Time is, time was,
time's past -
as a
serpent's egg, these maids!
Who weaves her thread with
bonespriced above their proper value?
More at your request than to please myself
I tire in the mid-day
heat, without hands -
a mere
anatomy.
There is never an easy way for what I am willing to keep
or for what our bones desire.
Que descansen en paz!
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So lovely, as always, to see you.
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also: tuesday. coffee?
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You are OUT OF THE COUNTRY.
I want to see you when you get back, please, or I will DIE. In the face.
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I don't know that I am qualified, but I am scrambling to find a copy of my resume in Shangri-LA now.
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