Monday, May 14, 2012

In spite of myself

I'm going to write
my sigh on a piece of paper
and fold it a thousand times,
until its smaller than a single penny,
and put it inside a box
and run to the middle of the woods
and dig a hole
all the way to China,
almost,
and put the box with the note inside
into the ground
and cover it in soil
and then run until I'm out of breath
and the woods are out of sight
and I'm far away from it all
because I miss you
and I don't want anybody to know.

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