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2003-11-11 - 12:59 p.m.

in calhoun's bedroom for a few hours under that weird light
november 10th, yes i remembered
seven years
if you count the time
we were sick
for each other.
that empty movie theater in dayton
my long skirt, back when i wore long skirts.
and the dinner(year 3 i think)
back when I would only eat peasant bread.
the "box" at home
still under my bed
filed with poems and apologies
all the pretty things we said
and nothing could add up our
unhappiness to happiness.
i wrote a story for you
you wrote a song for me
the tenth of november,
love floats somewhere
in this debris.

baah