anna kiss

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his eyes turn from me

and in the place of stares,

silence grows fat as phone books

soaked in puddles –

the pages of glances thicken

and spin around the room in slow motion –

my will to argue rots

and the soundlessness of this decay

is deafening –

I watch quietly as my hands do not reach out

to span the invisible divide between us,

as the whole room turns its cold shoulder.

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