Tuesday, November 6, 2007

it's novel

tonight my only friend
has 645 pages
a hefty hard cover,
and no way
to wipe off the tears i try
to will away.
i'm sure
my face is steely, but the
impassiveness doesn't matter
to my eyes, which follow,
stubbornly, their own course.

my own victory is to go outside
and experience this silently,
staring at the stars and waiting
for the moon to be full enough
for my howl to seem merely

waiting for the world to
turn around again.

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