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et regret

i let myself get                   [ etta plays
away from me.                     in
                                                    the background ]
i want to play
tennis with you                 but you won’t let me.
                                                 i didn’t let you
inside, but then
                                                 i did. i’m too close
to the wreckage
that i can’t see                    beyond the mess.
                                                 you can take off
that mess, less                    less, yes. you can
                                                 leave
your hat on.
Posted 01/20/12
Part of a series of poem with 'et' in the title.
Comments (1)
i love it so much.
01/20/12 2:27pm