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I feel like I should have something to say, but I don't. The vacation entry is taking an ungodly amount of time to finish--mostly, I think, because I've told everyone in rl all about it and can't really remember what I have and have not said. It wasn't all that important, anyway-- I went to Tortuga, got 15 new key chains, hated my family, went to Hell. Not all that unusual of a week. ^_^

Also, found this on the Sunday newspaper (Arkansas Democrat-Gazette)-- the last item in the front page sidebar. It makes me mad. I feel ineffectual.

( sidebar article )

Time Left Us Behind -- A Poem

These days, the ghosts haunt me even more,
and you are lurking like a mine
behind every corner.
It isn't enough to say we had
in that lazy summer way
when we were young
and time went on forever--

There is a winter part of me now:
I stay within
to tap along the edges of myself,
searching for the pieces of you
that were left behind--
like when I look around my room
and find you in every corner.

I picked the slivers of you out
like a surgeon of the soul
and Time--
Time heals all
of these wounds
except for the ones you left
like love notes
in the hidden places where I bleed.