"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, May 17, 2014

Ed's


I still wanted to...

Sleep next to someone

Kiss someone

Feel someone


(Feel something other than numb)


The night

We drank at Ed's

The night

We kissed

The night

We fell asleep together

And you said you like the way I kissed


I held you

Your breast cupped in my hand

While we slept

While seconds ran away


I remember it all...


Tonight at Ed's

Again

Alone



 

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