Where in your life were you
that morning after
everyone had gone
and you were changing...
out of your robe
into the shirt--
white, linen and cool--
that had hung
freshly pressed
through the night
on a hanger
off the door knob
waiting for you,
or
for your arm
chasing down
your five daring digits
through the pipe
of the sleeve
to emerge
in the sunlight
(so precious here,
rare) glinting
off your opalescent buttons
like bullets
deflected,
the teflon of your chest?
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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07 April 2011
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