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she

she keeps to herself
thinking about him

nobody knows this

but she does

somtimes
she is nobody
sometimes
a wall flower
back resting againt floral wall paper
sometimes

in late summer afternoons
she goes to the park
and watches children play
they smile and giggle
she smiles, too

she thinks of him...


he

he is stumble drunk
nicotine tobacco light headed
and belly full from a heavy meal

empty

he searches...

he walks aimlessly
sifting thru trash cans and
peering down rain filled storm drains

when the walking provides no reprieve
he goes home

in a room with no clocks
he re-searches a lost purpose
in stacks of books that made him dumb
on his wrist, a broken watch stuck at 12:59

he wants to escape himself and thinks
there's that girl

he hesitates with her
prepoccupied with existential
bull shit

she doesn't know him
like he knows himself

and he's lost
himself inside himself

just like

she watches it all
pass by her

they both don't know shit
but shit knows them

she delights in simple things:
a good book, a glass of wine and
warm fuzzy slippers

late at night
she sits with herself
knitting a scarf
for nobody in particular

she flickers
"here i am! where did I go"
like a candle dying

before it goes out
she calls him

at 12:58 in a space between
their nothingness-es
they meet for a drink

they go to...

do little dance
make a little love...

in her bed
together
they close their eyes

tight

count to nine

and...

live happily


THE BEGINNING