i play ghosts in hotel rooms
on mornings on thursdays like this
i think even bubbles in the milk are frowning
packing feelings into thumb nail sizes
gets harder when i'm not trying as much
as i'd like to think i am
and hide and seek is better
next to bookcases in poetry sections
here i sit and wait for you
though i never told you where
i was, where i've been, where i'd go
people are people and i'd like to act as if
they aren't pretty tiny things
atoms next to your atoms next to my atoms
i'd like bigger hands to say
what a pretty weepy thing
i buried ten more pieces than i thought i
had
and you've still yet to find them
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