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the days used to press
the days used to press
against each other, like
fresh, uncut pages, no
need to check them
off. since Thursday,
however, i tie a rope
around my waist, secure
the other end to each long
stroke of midnight and
sink into the unknown,
hands and fingers
outstretched,
feeling for a
sign, crossing out,
then slicing into
each day when i come
back, emptied-
handed, failing
to retrieve you
from that
terrible darkness
Yi-Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Healthy Doses"
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