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Solving Me
lying in bed that night when all I had was the darkness to hide behind
you said some things you uttered words words forming sentences sentences
sentences sentences until I couldn’t figure out if you were making
sense or jail terms out of the zephyrs in your skull..
sentences months and years in the making lifetime sentences
not jail terms but sentences that have imprisoned me
and I lay there beside you your warm body
that secretion of hot tendrils snaking their way across my belly
thinking of a Rubik’s cube three sides intact
almost completed
almost solved
almost perfect
well, I wondered at what cost the last faces came
in pursuit of separating colours of keeping things apart of being uncomplicated
I like my drifting colours I like the floating squares
that make up my six tattered faces inscrutable and
sliding from one to the next I like
the puzzle of me
no $5.95 jigsaw of a nights work but the art of a lifetime…
don’t you?
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