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little_things_remind_me_of_you...
(hastily scribbled on a bus and standing on the corner just after...)
a well-spoken sir's request for change
induces near-hallucinatory memory,
stiff with disuse and crusted with booze,
but there, real as rock, heartbreaking.
even in smeared paint i see
middle age, a suit, a smooth tongue,
saying his car had been towed, so sincere,
and in my fog i fell for it,
thinking i had helped a human.
my dread partner was posessed by our wits that night, and
sewed doubt with wisdom's hand,
and beastly I howled and hunted
for the one whom i betted had betrayed.
when we came upon him i still
kept myself kindly blind. i spat curses and
begged blessings, trying to ferret the betrayal,
and though his heart may have nearly burst
like cornered rabbit, he held to his untruth,
and i was panther pulled away.
a day or a year, no matter, for
the suit-clad sufferer was found for me again,
dropped delicately like a mouse's head
still leaking blood through his tears and confessions,
crippled and mewling his repentance.
my brother beast watched almost absently as
the rends were repaired by lesser cur,
his eyes sharp for any sign that
bodiless head might still make motion to snap.
it is the brutal kindness of that gift
that haunts me now, the purest partnership implicit
that make sme wish that my stony exterior
would sink deep enough to quell
my heart's squeezing. such love
in darkness binds forever
and then bleeds forever once sundered.
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