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Mar 18, 2008 17:29

happiness is not enough

my hands work their way beneath your
shirt as you chop onions. a burst bulb

the kitchen offers only its half-light
a half-life. love is only a half-life.

half settling in the finger's bones to stay,
as if to stay. half going going gone with the

odor of onion washed
from the lines of the palm, the index finger,

the thumb
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