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one year ago
we got into a blue bus together with ten others
and rattled across boarders and roads
two were sitting in the back.
arm to arm
ear to ear
joined by earphones; joined by a shared sound
of singing about absurdities that jingle on and on
there was nothing said of any concrete meaning
other than a story or two from the past
they were only joined by their arms
i have to remind my mind that
this
is true
that this
just happened
two lives collided for awhile.
and then parted company
not for awhile
for ever, they parted company as they had known company to be
from the very begining of their company being shared together
her whole self on a piece of paper
would be drawn like a magnet to his whole self
on a piece of paper
but pieces of paper
make not life
it is those thing unutterable
those things spoken between words and punctuation
that make life and bind two people
not pieces of paper
and so i will crunch this piece of paper up
and no one will read the silences
between my words and fullstops
which at this very moment
speaks only of memories of
blue buses and that those two arms will never touch in again.
today
i remember how it came to
be a brown paper bag with a name on it
in the back of a closet
Nicola Rose
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Saturday, June 13, 2009 |
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009 |
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