Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Outrigger


Everything you say makes me feel like I have to run a marathon to outrun the likes of you---
but I think I just needed to sit here and open the window
and judge

There is nothing coming in the air tonight---
he made that all up for fun.

But the idea,
the idea of you was not so fun anymore.


Writing things down did not make me perspicacious,
it made me farsighted

and out there in the field, I saw you one night,
I saw you murder that boy because he tasted good

And then I thought---
maybe if you chased me,
that I would figure out how to climb the rocks embedded on the side of this house

But the thing of it, all along, was this---

I was faster than you.
I was smarter than you.

And---
I knew what you did.

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