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To rebekah hearn's previous piece

dinner conversation

(did i ever tell you
that you had beautiful eyes
and they had this way
        ((this way))
of smiling at the strangest things
-and
their way of staring at something
  yet seeing something completely different...)

your-your
aching frown
coming down onto our conversation
turning the mutest points
into butter so that they may 
melt over us.  that always
confused me; i was stamped with an 
impression of what i couldn't understand. 
yet   you are still angry with me
for trying to drink it all at once. 

(have i ever mentioned
     your mouth              
tightening  as you are thinking
screwed up face
contemplating  mesmerizing
surrounding your surroundings)

my 
feeble attempts at condoling
your losses-because i 
just keep failing to understand
  what it is you lost. 
you keep hounding my property
wanting to be let in
but i never told you 
just     how high i
built my fence-

(while holding hands i find that 
our 
indepth reasoning has 
brought us to this-
  clamping    grasping        clutching       positively hanging
to something we still don't know is
  sturdy-
...)

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