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November 8, 2011
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You leaned over on your side and
jokingly said,
“Okay, now! Can we just sleep
and cuddle now?”
As if we’ve been lovers for some time
and not only for the night.

Sometimes the fickleness
grows like blurred lights.
I think back to the last moments
of my grandfather’s life, white as
Hamlet’s father, seeking solace,
yet as drunk as any old fool.

I have trouble thinking if
you were ever serious,
or if I wanted you to be.

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