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Idolatry

It never occurred to me that
You were two sides of a story.
You taste like sour but
Look like sweet.
Tempestuous, you've settled in me,
A chill of rain,
You won't leave and I remember
Every last
Sweet nothing that was uttered.
I remember the hope
You gave me that was false.
I remember the bitter snow
That you trudged through just
To walk me to school
In the early morning dark,
While snowflakes melted
Against our anger and depression.
I remember songs and bandanas.
I remember wind and ravens.
I remember sun and cedar
And baby,
I remember you.
A mess of brown eyes and culture.
You were the inspiration I so desperately sought.

August 25, 2004


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Idolatry

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