Today your world
Loomed where it should have
rested, woken on your
shoulder, opened its eyelashes there
on your sleeve.

I told you this.

While holding your rose petalled
hands, and I knew I wished for
them to be not so damp,
I told you this.

I cupped your dandelion
Ears between my dewy
Fingers and blew your
Seeds onto your shoulders.

This is how I told you this.

You said thank you.

Thank you, but I am
fine. I said nonsense. You cocked
your head like a pistol,
and I saw your bullet
loaded in your tonsils.

I shuddered with the weight.
Positively sank within each
Of my ribs, not even large
Enough to fill
My chest.

I shuddered
With the weight of
Your crosshair.

09/14/2006

Author's Note: Edited November 24

Posted on 09/15/2006
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