11/01/2004

the ______ has no memory

.

I am shell

of a man who used to

sing—

hollowed out, voice cracked, sand-dry skin

—but there’s beauty still

inside my shell

it lets the ocean ring;

so if you set my

lips beside your ear,

remembering my ocean grins;

even as you put me down

I will

have forgiven everything

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