lifeline
02/03/2011 01:24 a.m.
tracing my lifeline
down the center of my palm
you tell me that this wrinkle
is the red line to alewife
and this line is the express train to L.A.

your glasses are at the tip
of your nose
your eyes—naked
staring, staring, staring

tracing, tracing
my lifeline
you are staring
you are smiling

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what if everything i need
from the world, from myself
comes to me
open and willing
in the form of a man about my age
who finds me beautiful?

what do i do with this man?