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You might find my eyes and lips too close to things they shouldn't be
like this mic, your personal space, the other end of your telephone,
your underwear drawer and the white pages trying to find you.

I know exactly what we're going to do once I find you.

We will run as fast as we can past the strip malls selling trinkets and speed dating cafes.

You'll wonder as I pull you through crowded streets past the buildings we know nothing about.

I'll rush you through cemetery gates and we will kneel just inside and pray.

We will explain to the spirits, ghosts or whatever that we mean them no harm and that we just want
to be surrounded by that good good white light.

Not a shade less. Not a shade more.

I will sit you down in a secluded spot and teach you the Spanish I know.

I will tell you that everyone in this yard once had dreams,
ambitions and hopes just as you do now.

You will roll your eyes and I will smile.

Then we can plan our get away if you grow bored.

I will take you Taco-Bell, order some food for us
and ask you if you'd like to go back for awhile.

Raymond Mitchell Strickland Jr.
10/25/2011