Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

July 1, 2011

Where the deer lie

Filed under: Text — Tags: , — Lilac @ 2:22 pm

In your truck in the country. May I please come, Brother?
Open your eyes and look at the stars.

I want to marry him. As we speak I brush my hair to hide my face; it is set like stone to mask a desire which turns me eminently vulnerable. It would kill me to be twice divorced, he says. And, I did not know that was something you wanted. I would ask you to marry me right now… I want you to be happy, sweetie. In all the richness of life.

Sweat and dirt and labour. I’ve been committed to you for a while now. He nails up the address sign, two top buttons of a white shirt undone.

The kitten Maize, smelling of sweet tall grasses, runs in our tracks to the field.

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