Tuesday, May 10, 2011


In a sudden bout of selflessness I entertain the idea
that perhaps you acted in self-defense; perhaps I really was
in your way. At any rate, having finally broken loose,
I intend to stay on the side of freedom. (Your favorite songs
are all about freedom; mine aren't, having always had more
than I wanted.) Unchecked, I would be immersed by now,
breathing you like air - you saved me from that fate, as from
so many others. Your instinct for self-preservation
is magnificent, and alien. You have enough common sense
for the both of us; this is either lucky or tragic.

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