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    dots Submission Name: Acquaintancedots

    Author: wovenwords
    ASL Info:    19/F/Washington
    Elite Ratio:    2.46 - 108/303/189
    Words: 218
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Sometimes I still check the weather where you are--
    today, eighty-three and sunny as hell.
    I bet you're by the pool with a cool drink;
    I'm wrapped in a wool coat with a warm one.

    It was one hundred degrees when you left.
    Can't forget the last day, my foot on the
    gas, down to the floor, and the turnoff to
    the great, looming airport. Flat brass fish swam

    across the tile. Now swim away, I said,
    and you did just that. For days I swam through
    ailing grass, through hardening cement, through
    the silence you left like a taut string throughout

    empty, humid rooms. On starched beds I waited.
    Only in dozing did my body twitch
    me awake, did my brain fear forgetting
    the shapes of your ears, the length of your eye-

    lashes. The day you rolled in was the hottest
    day on record. After you left, summer
    fizzled out like a match in a glass. Days
    later, I wore scarves and sweaters, trembling.

    So it goes: things begin and end; one day
    the hot Sun will sputter with a choking
    cough and pass on. Isn't it funny:
    I barely knew you, and now I compare you

    to the likes of that which lights the entire earth.

    Submitted on 2010-05-02 20:42:40     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I like the last line.... intense lol

    | Posted on 2010-05-02 00:00:00 | by istalkmurdoch | [ Reply to This ]

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