Monday, September 23, 2002

More Poetry Outtakes

We Blend Into the Sky

While we agree on nothing,
Flavors from childhood
Haunt us both in sleep.
Pretend you aren't the killer, you said.
I will if you will--
But it changes nothing.
We blend into the sky.
All of us. Eventually.


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