Sunday, June 23, 2013

Why

Why don't you write poetry anymore?
Why don't you give away your secrets anymore?
Why aren't you funny anymore?

Ah,
here in this hot summer afternoon,
as I look for comfort in
a cold slice of watermelon-
I think, this moment is mine.

I've given you everything
before.

Everything is too much.

So,
this unbearable summer heat
this slice
this moment of comfort is mine.

All mine.



13'

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