Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Blind Spots


I still see her
lips move.

Her last
half
word
hangs
in the
air
like
a live
grenade.
Soon,
I'd lose more.

Tomorrow
went first.

Then,
today quickly
followed.

I still see
yesterday.

It
hangs
in the
air
like
a live
grenade.

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