The Countdown

An intoxicated swirl plus
a need for constant contact
pulse
pulse

Here, put your hand where my heart is.
The silence, here, is deafening.

Patter tick
I can hear you breathing –
200 centimeters away and counting.

11.14.08
JMG

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