Thursday, March 19, 2009

Dear X,

You are like a natural
disaster, and I just want to
X you out of my life.

But after X, follows O.
An instinct to mark you
there, there --
O, O, O.

I am,
paradoxically yours,
xoxo.

2 comments:

  1. I love this poem...what an interesting way of looking at things

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