I am tense and anxious, waiting out
awkward    silence     after   awkward    silence.

I am in another dimension
sighing with relief at your presence.

I am here, hunched over next to you;
my subconscious’s lame attempt to cover
physical evidence of out-dated conditioning.



I view the men I’ve been through
with an affectionate nostalgia,
and those I’ve been through twice
with a reluctant revulsion.

07/30/2011

Posted on 07/31/2011
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