Still thinking on you,
bad night sleeping,
and because i can only think in a mixture of half-languages
I offer you a poem and a smile!

"I could talk all day about deconstruction
but it wouldn't change that whisper of yours
the invisible language of a discourse in solitude
diatribe in tongues ripping from our mouths
like the couple next door the ones who study barefoot
then argue about the nature of cold
you remember we used to hear them
shouting about the aesthetics of pain
through the brick wall Could we be that way?
I wasn't prepared to answer
Then you told me what love was like :
infinite with the noise of a jackhammer"


fourth day

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illustration:Shonagh Rae