Trinity
ice cubes
We met, awkward and (in)different, the morning
my suitcase broke. nightshade called me a Greek
hero, sending me into celestial laughter with a foot
outside my empty room. I didn't know that you
didn't know me, 'cos it didn't matter yet.
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To wake at 5:37, on Heracles' time and sharing
nothing else with him, means the space, at least,
is my own. A shower leaves me smelling
dry, yet my humor lags behind.
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One class is nothing, sitting down is dread but
caffeine is infinitely more. I shell out an extra five
to pay for fruitful security. The thirteenth labor
is to stay awake through an Epicurean dream.
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Behind closed eyes, fifteen is the largest number
of minutes I have with myself- there are no days
when I use them all. 14'59'' is enough to leave
a sour taste on both lips.
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Is 5:37 too early for dinner? You ask me out
of the dream in green. It is, I say so, and you agree.
So we arrive at 5:43 and not a word is spoken as
the breeze arrives with us.
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And you are a reminder, that time will stay time
but needn't pass so, if you'll wait a minute longer in
my arms. Breakfast in bed is a pipe dream for
those who do not walk together.
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It's better, for the 껌딱지 I am and for the
unfilled chocolate truffle shell you are, that
thoughts of the future reach far yet remain murky
like the sea, in which rests our guilt.
