Sunday, January 15, 2012

North Bondi

The long-limbed girl you'd spend the night with
after the next time you spent one with me,
said to me, "In a million years I could be you."
You and I both nodded. Yes.
This is how matter moves
still exploding from the star.
I was jealous of her the way
one frangipani flower is jealous of the next.

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