"Remind me where I have touched you."
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
Unauthored Biography
I am tired of every way of saying
Here are my hands at work again.
-- instead, a wire
strummed by birds' feet --
I swallow a litany of expectations,
perpetuate my lethargy.
Remind me where I have touched you.
Here I am
searching peripheries
for every scaffold --
a desire to stumble into traffic.
I have a way of going about this.
It is you I escape through --
the way you rebuild me
I say I don't want.
I say what I have to.
I have something to tell you.
I do not know what is wrong with me.
I am asking around.
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