
Drawn Out
2004
My eyes still lit with infatuation,
I walk the streets
painted in aging silver moonlight.
I’ve tried, calmer than fire,
to rid myself of you,
straining for incantations
to kick my heart back up
from my belly.
Drawn out to the edge of reason,
false hopes imprinted on
my tongue,
I walk the streets
to move you out and to sink
beautifully
back down to level.
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