i know
i will
fallinlove
with you
every day.

over again.

i hate
coming home
to the
cabinets, closed.

he will sing me love songs
from a
romantic, nebraska restroom.

sleepless wallpaper
after
dirty dreams.

i will re-learn how
to make the bed
and
walk the dog
before work.

reluctantly.


souls know no distance.
we will
fill this divide
with

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love.

have you ever had anything
you wished
you could erase?

i feel like
sylvia.
my head
deep in an oven.



i can't remember anything.
that i was supposed to write here.




we will talk and talk
and
make love
like
it is the last time.

it was the last time, yesterday
and
the day before that.

waking up
with a nicotine patch
attached
to my arm.
keeping
the kitchen cabinets
wide open.
waiting for
our
24th.




our
last
night
in
brooklyn.

John Laroche: Point is, what's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live - how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way.

i miss you.
i guess that i should.

3,500 miles away,
but what would you change if you could?