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Escaping
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I can recall how
the midnight moon
slithered
like a snake
across the sky.
How a black and white
picture
was snapped
of the morning sun
as it burst
upon the world.
I recall how
getting out of bed
was an
invitation
to begin the
angry words
between us.
I seem to remember
your scent
as it bled
through the room.
Watching your
gesturing hands
find their
appointed place
in the
conversation.
Your tired,
hate-filled hands
rising in fists
of
aggravation.
We were caught
like a newspaper
story in the
propaganda
of our myth.
At breakfast we spoke
in cliches
and drained our
coffee cups
as quickly
as we could.
Later at night
you caught me
masturbating.
It was then I
realized
I preferred
to be alone.
