10.19.2005

Amputation

1
beneath
such planets
as orbit

I
am
driving
you home

smell of
pine and pavement

silence

2
words later
our whiskers

darkness
being

these things
mean more
as I leave

3
the garage light
s h a t t e r s
the stars

I smell
your face
lotion
as we
kiss

goodbye

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