See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 7
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ii. No. 2
I’ve succumbed to the reality that I’ve been in the hallway bath for
over twenty minutes, smoking with the window open and the fan on
high, light Japanese jazz plucking and thumping away.
I’ve been resting my head on my arm on the windowsill, like a child,
bored, unable to play outside because it’s raining.
I’m in-between feeling right and feeling wrong. I’m uncomfortable.
I don’t know whether to feel sorry for myself, or to feel sorry for
you, or maybe sorry for the both of us.
I hold my breath
and count the seconds,
like you used to do
when we laid in bed;
like I used to do
when we laid eyes on each other.
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You loved me ravenously.
You loved me like a revolutionary
Extremist affection and guerilla intimacy.
