Sunday, April 3, 2011



you don't call

I check again

I become uneasy-

is this a frame?

Suddenly I'm not so sure

Icheck my sources

each conversation becomes a crumb

how easily I'm led

how stupid I've been

to believe

you could be

loving me

you who cannot be seduced

by anything other than

the temperance

of need

each one facilitating the next

and suddenly I see my place

the phone rings

you say hello

but I don't believe you

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