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Suburban Amnesia

you're a part-time lover and a full-time friend

what we call patience is only fire again
i am a major geek

Your hand sliding down my back knows omens
when it sees them. The patterns change, but all these lines
were once people the way you and I were once people.
This compass its own rose, all directions lead back to the center,
back to your cheek, your earlobe. This palm
knows your face, where it belongs: resting there.

- Charles Jensen ("All Answers to the Same Question")

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