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Remember my best night?
I thought I did. Always in your light.
The cold rain, porous and glycerin.
Don't talk to me about the rain
or what inconsequential oblivion awaits,
what infirm clock watching angels spill
dark-wise from tiny cars like clowns.
A plastic thermometer in my chest
pops and tells me that we're done.
Breakfast then comes pouring in
with the new shadows, and coffee.
Clouds approach. Lies flood
the bad neighborhoods of my tongue.
You move to turn on the light
and it's some time before it lights.
Hello, hello. Your navel
proves to me that you were born.
That living things die in false ones.
Remember me, like a mouth that
opens on the dark. I'll remember you
like a grave forgets what fills it.
-Josh Bell, Surviving Love
I thought I did. Always in your light.
The cold rain, porous and glycerin.
Don't talk to me about the rain
or what inconsequential oblivion awaits,
what infirm clock watching angels spill
dark-wise from tiny cars like clowns.
A plastic thermometer in my chest
pops and tells me that we're done.
Breakfast then comes pouring in
with the new shadows, and coffee.
Clouds approach. Lies flood
the bad neighborhoods of my tongue.
You move to turn on the light
and it's some time before it lights.
Hello, hello. Your navel
proves to me that you were born.
That living things die in false ones.
Remember me, like a mouth that
opens on the dark. I'll remember you
like a grave forgets what fills it.
-Josh Bell, Surviving Love