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Comfortable

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The atmosphere around you
is made of armchairs,
a twilight made for picnic bears
and a sun wrapped in a corduroy smile.

Your eyes pour out coffee
from a whizzpot mind,
I coast on marshmallow rafts
to your words' finish line.

Wherever I find you
I feel like I've arrived.

I've been going through
all different types of forgetting;
an amnesiac by twenty five.
But even when I didn't know your name
I still knew who you were,
you're the special darkness under my eyes,
that connection to something
that makes me feel alive.

As you talk, as you listen, couched
somewhere
behind my eyes,
is the question, 'how can
time
be such a cat stretch of beauty
when it's done such horrid things to me?'

The last time I saw you, you said
I just seemed so tired,
I should get some rest. I guess without you around I
just can't...
get comfortable

I don't think I've slept right
my entire life
(12/04/14)
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