7.Mar.2005

you should be in my space.

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an open letter to an incomplete soldier

I carry this photograph of you in one of my journals; the journal is sleek and black and decorated sparsely in Mandarin calligraphy with a fire-brick-colored ribbon dead in its center. You appear disconcerted and caught and as such, incomprehensively endearing.

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Open highway.
The rise and fall of America.
Leather jackets.
"NARC".
Wrists scratched demurely beneath tables.

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From the crown of the head down the length of our spaces.

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time & machine