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You came home that day, tired, wiped clean like an empty chalkboard who lost its color to the long-reigning days of sun. But the sheen in your eyes echoed in your forehead, let me know that a part of you was merely withered, not completely dead. We became smiles as we darted off, forgetting the world just enough that the only reality left was the sound of our two feet as we were off into the wilderness. One, two, and three... ~~~~~ The anger coursed through your veins, strong and potent. Life wasn't anything more than suffering, with all the divorce papers and panicked hospital visits and "missing" flyers. Out here in the woodland, in bird

Ana knows me well like she knows the comfortableness of her couch like she knows the pea-green shade of her office walls that's how she knows me but she doesn't know the hardness or softness of every individual molecule within the couch the extremes the components that average out to make firm, cushiony whole she doesn't know every particle, every speck of color the oranges, and blacks, white, greens, pearls, purples, pinks, yellows, tans, and turquoises the every reflection of color that together make a green so smooth on the eyes it feels like cream that's how she knows me not: the pigments that make up my skin the genetic sequ

For those who cannot speak I write words they already know hear speak they speak those eyes hushed and daring preying and praying that this mouth of theirs will one day open their tongue will furl once more like the sail of a ship where the air is parched and the wind so crisp and clear its words sting your mind like jelly-fish with truth "A" as in apple as in America as in amIsolowthatyouthinkIcan'thearwhatyouaresayingaboutmedammit they'll say in their minds and let their ears take the place of sailing ships to become shells that capture whispers of some sort of truth they wait for me to say what they wait forever for: "U"