i am the old winter coat which you've kept stashed away for ages & ages
i linger here limp & lifeless until the ground is frosted thick
and you can't take the chills any longer.

this is home, this netting of attic cobwebs, an old shut off closet.
i have watched each web make itself woven, one right into the next.
i have watched them collapse & reconstruct and dance
in the eyeing of the light, little secret stars. i notice these things.
i feel my heart go bam- crash when i see your eyes fall across me.

does she suit you better? does she glide across each silken curve?
i bet her smooth and ever- flawless substance fits you like a dream.
i kisskiss the painful air.
it starts pouring out from between the walls. you try try me on.
i am worn out but against you i feel brand new. i feel like a prize.

to you i've grown a bore. this is your hibernation state.
i am that warm place where you lay like a grave for months & months
until the sun blasts out across the perfect horizon and etches me out
i loathe down the seasons.
i count them out, one and two. i am no good.
my heart is so full that its bubbles & topples over its own edges
i intoxicate off the scent of you. this is the sadness
i drown myself in
when summer comes, and you&her are shining.
the two of you singe together. she is your brand new.

10/07/2004

Author's Note: i feel old and used and worn out.

Posted on 10/08/2004
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