slip, slip,
maybe i am a piece of your face
when you remember me; a small boy under
these skins & beard, a devil hugging every inch;
feeling much like water
cooling whatever loneliness i can find.
i'm smiling sometimes
is what you don't see. helpless
to what you miss about
when i told you how i feel
or the other times
that i said anything.
21 June 2010
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