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Friday, February 6, 2009
I wake up. I brush my teeth and pull the rats out of my hair. I throw something on to wear. I'm not sure what day it is. I just know it's 7 AM. Too early to be functional and too late to say I'm sorry. The phone rings, but I don't pick it up. It's not you, so it doesn't matter. Nothing else does. I go to my room, say goodmorning to the sheets, and I write about how they're too light to be the color of your skin, and they don't smell nearly as nice as I remember. They're a tad bit cold, but so are you. Then, I read to the bed. Rilke because he’s my favorite. Then your own work, back from high school when you didn’t know how to express yourself and stole everyone’s style. But you never got rid of those poems, so it’s your own fault. The sheets are practically crawling by the time I finish that one about the woodpecker, and how he won’t get off your windowsill. I can’t be sure if it’s a metaphor, or if there was an actual woodpecker. One can never tell with you.When my reading is done, I crawl back into bed and curl up next to your shape. It’s still not warm, but I suspect you haven't changed much either, so the blanket is sufficient enough. I sleep a little, squirm and toss about when the dreams come, but not once do I roll over the wrinkled sheet next to me. And by the time I wake up, it’s you, and we’re tangled in that sheet, held there, tied together as it’s wrapped around us. |
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