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Saturday, 27 September 2014

Aloneness Took Me

I should have done this before:

I should have let the light in-

its eggshell blue.

I should have let the new morning in.

I should have seen the branches

of the old paperbark tree

shifting, should have seen the borrowed flush

of the sky cast over the sea.


I have been closeted with my aloneness

like a bride on her honeymoon.

I have been  adjusting

to the smell of aloneness on me,

to the strange, intrusive stickiness

of our embrace.


Aloneness thought he had me, at last,

all to himself.

Aloneness was greedy.

He used me up.

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