I was walking
along a street lined with facades
different colors, different shapes
but all the same bone:
a flat and bored rib

you shouted from behind a propped-up
bank or grocery store,
"knock it down"

one finger to the wall
and the masquerading building fell
dust rose around it

you stood in the space a cutout window had left
and you looked at me
with eyes that told the truest lie,

which is love,
the organ of our survival.

There is only you,
and the discovered earth.

04/01/2005

Author's Note: Part two of a birthday present. "Before" is part one.

Posted on 04/02/2005
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