Sunday, March 10, 2013

you (i do not think)

you (i do not think)


i do not think

i do not think of you

i do not think of you as other people
i do not think of you as other people do

i do not think of you as other people do including you


maybe you
could not see
in my eyes
the you i love

who you have been
who you are
who you are becoming
who you are without me


i imagine you
imagining yourself
disembodied to witness

the world of me
you chose to set aside
for you without me

you see the books
i am collecting for you
as if i could matter still

a biography of Vonnegut
signed by the author

the colorful boxed paperbacks
of Murakami’s 1Q84

the book of your father’s
i was unable to return

i am a solitary librarian
i collect i catalog i preserve
with the faith of a shaman

i write poems
like birthday presents

because

i do not think of you as other people do including you

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