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Afterthought 1550—Minus One, Minus Another

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2017/01/14

Time was known more by
what we didn't do
than by what we did.
It's the absent things we know,
minus one, minus another. 

We withheld pieces of ourselves,
expecting to do without.
We focused on the words not said,
leaving the others to catch up. 
We made love with the lights on,
ignoring the gods who call from dark.
All those tears we never had to cry,
minus one, minus another. 

We won't see everyone home,
we won't mark everything done,
we won't mention every casualty,
we won't spend every last cent.
Minus one, minus another,
minus one, minus another,
minus one, minus another,
we will be at our best 
with all we weren't. 

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freak illusion

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2009/11/06
freak illusion

scorched punches
colliding with tinted thrusts
make very safe threats
certain nothing will be done
not while she lacks excuse

so she shacks up mean hard
in an immediately out
of order for part of a bed
and a ride down and at once
both willing and willed

then catching him empty
so watching him lost
while convincing him pushed
until taking him cursed
before letting him bound

as though loving him mine
though she won't be found
on the way there untouched
ready to be all spread out:
a poem fucked not understood

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