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Forty Six

April 30, 2008

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Perfect summer’s evening. I’m in my cotton dress. You’re suited.We laugh. There’s breeze. There’s silence. I walk the wall, flip-flops in hand.You, dear gentleman, put out your cigarette in abject worry. I stop. I look at you.Help.You proffer your hand, promise with a nod. Mister Death, I remember your eyes most. Advertisements

Forty Five

April 23, 2008

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He held my hand with conviction, thirty hours into knowing I existed,Pointing out stars shining on wet, wet sand. One chin tilting forty five degrees upward, Z Axis.The other, forty five down. Snug in the depth of his voice, through his chest.Giggling, tickled by bubbles bursting between our toes.Ankle-deep in love.