Monday, May 23, 2011

The Interrogator Knows Me

Someone was throwing a can away when it happened and the can just hung in the air. A man was getting into his car, turning the radio on. A shopping bag was stuck in midswing, carried by a frozen shopper. Birds in the sky just stayed where they were. Light hits the eyes the universe gave me. Time throws slow punches but they hurt all the same. You are a secret I can never give up.

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