Today's poem is by Lynn Levin
We hate to hate each other but we do
then feeling bad because of that we lay us
next to next in bed, two statues on a tomb.
We want to crash to sleep but can't
reliving meannesses and fights that flicker past
as dumb shows in the cemetery light.
But leave you? I do not think I could.
like what carries on. I like the in-and-out
sound of your breath and your warm skin,
my steadfast partner, in the practice death.
Copyright © 2013 Lynn Levin All rights reserved
from Miss Plastique
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