Monday, August 18, 2014

two ships

when are you
coming to bed
she says to you
on the phone.
she's upstairs,
while you are
in the basement
watching television.
this is how
you talk now.
ships passing.
sending signals
by wire, so
close, so far
away.
soon, you tell
her. why?
just wondering
she, says.
that's all.
goodnight.

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