Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 14, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

8:54pm tuesday 6-14-05

now it's yours. take it. i don't want it anymore.

now i write with a swollen heart. it's infected.

if there's a cure. i'm not sure that i want it.

if you are. take your time. let me take you in doses.

i heal slow.

now it's when. if ever. moon chasing the cars. as they drive. and children staring out the back window. not understanding how it happens.

the lure. the duplicity of perspective.

now it's ours. how we package the gift. the future leaving babies on our doorstep.

it'll never really belong to us. but we can care for it.

and maybe someday, it will think of itself as a part of us.

yours. mine. ours. like creases in the pillowcase where you lay your head. drowning in your thoughts. swimming in your scent.