You bend our path away from what
has always been our spot
for hot lime tea. You've brought
a friend to share our time. But
there's a different you with him.
You sit there, self-assured,
spinning new reggae words,
our topic flipping on a whim.
Linear you reels from my sight
and talk in circles moves.
But I'm used to the grooves
our brains would make. Before tonight.
Posted by stephanie at March 17, 2004 10:30 PM
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