I tell you to disappear,
not in an angry tone,
just in the way
we sometimes talk,
one end of the table
to the other.
There is all this hunger
and that strange act
of giving what
one couldn’t have.
I must learn
to listen.
You still know
to be silent like that,
never disappearing.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
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