not quite the still of the night,
at a vacant engagement,
i drank a gin and tonic
and hit the noise floor.
in not quite the dark,
in my own heavy closet,
i did nothing not enough
and wrapped my brain in fur.
when not quite a phone rang,
in an empty calorie kitchen,
i stuffed some icing in my pocket
and sold my soul to her.
10 April 2008
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