I don't keep memory
for decoration
but vice, or victory,
or something else--

or vexation,
meddling, meddling
with today.

I have kept love
for its sweetness
and bitter mends
of wise sutures.

I don't keep people
insignificant. So.

Who are you,
that you still sit
here?

05/22/2007

Posted on 05/22/2007
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