Thursday, July 25, 2013

New York (In Effigy)






Too many
“I love yous”
to last
a lifetime.

Too few
“I love yous”
to last
until.

The distinction describes
the desire, the derision
with which I descend
upon what is left behind.

To those
I sprinkled,
or sparked,
I only have this to say:

I wish you burned me brighter.