Is this what blood tastes like
eating years like this
eating your own misplaced fear
eating the only regret you ever carried
around long enough to redeem?
Is this where you can turn in tickets
for time,
some lottery of minutes
turn in silence
for everything you tried to say in it,
turning in your ears but never in your mouth?
You must have your heart lifted
into your throat
till you can taste it on the back of your tongue
while you say "again."
nov 17, 08
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