How Terrible

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How terrible, infinity:

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there where nothing lasts

and nothing changes,

where any size you care to be is zero…

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How much more human to worship laughter.

How much saner to paint the void with our habits.

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I wake up one day

in Los Angeles

to the sound of her breathing, asleep.

Her features soft and peaceful like a child’s.

The morning light shines on the crumpled covers

on a bed made to scale for us.

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I take a moment to remember my name and my past

and I don’t wake her.

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I arrived yesterday morning

by train. Exited the boarding tunnels

and walked through the mid-century station

with its high vaulted ceiling and rows

of leather chairs with wooden armrests,

pigeons wandering the isles, looking for food crumbs.

Outside, I set my bag down and waited.

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She had dyed her hair pink.

It’d been blond too long, she said (3 weeks)

and I thought, “How beautiful to measure time like this!”

as I jumped into her car and agreed we needed coffee

and we sped into the day.

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