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Spaghetti knots

Looks reserved for mornings

There are

too many people

so it can be forgiven

that I know none of them

including myself

who just found out

how alone

he was

and worse yet

how those people

can be more alone than


and worst of all

how his loneliness

makes him want to do

nothing about it

about them

for they do nothing about it

about him


I remember the night I died

the cats were outside

mewing something about other cats

that other cats didn’t always understand

and the dark wasn’t much darker than usual

but people were out longer

with the stretched skin of the sun as a discoball

or a stripper that made them

lose their clothes

for heaps of humankind

that can feel love in fingertips

and kisses if pressed hard enough

like the night before

which I also remember

when she was there

waiting for morning

holding my hand

to make sure I couldn’t grab

onto anything,

certainly not her

like I did the night before

or rougher too

if she’d like it like that,

while she stabbed softly

and the morning came up just as quiet

though it never left

though she wasn’t waiting any longer

and though they kept dancing

if only to make some noise

worth making for a night

worth remembering

About kacperniburski

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