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A foggy handprint on a pane of glass
Oil smudged on a smooth cool surface
Why is my heart so tumultuous?
I breathe on the imprinted swirls
High-lighting 5 long fingers
No ring-sized breaks
Nothing that belongs to me
I want to seize his knuckles in my fingertips
Make sure he really was here where I am
To leave his mark here on me.
I press a tiny fleshy hand
Stretched along the handprint you left
Can I absorb you through your fingerprints?
I know you were here
But that's not the question.
7 fat raindrops wet my face
Or were those tears?
Slowly, I retrieve my hand.
If our fingerprints swirl together
Could we be mistaken as one person?
Who am I kidding
There are no answers left worth finding here
the question has already been answered
I just want a different ending
(One that's more like a beginning)

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Deb said…
Spring Street material, perhaps?
5/2/06 7:46 PM
Deb said…
Spring Street material, perhaps?
5/2/06 7:46 PM
~heather said…
already submitted it :)
6/2/06 8:19 AM
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