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2011-04-03T22:35:35-07:00April 3rd, 2011|Musings on life|

Solitude

On the plane I guard
my solitude
like a breakable thing.
Threatened by the bulky
closeness of the stranger
next to me, his ruddy kindness
concerns me.
Doesn’t he know
I have no room for him?
My life is taut with friends
I collect like lint.
I’m not worried about platitudes
or him nattering on about his wife.
I fear a riveting discussion
insights crackle
laughter
a new hole
bore into my heart.
Please sir,
I am not big enough
for any more love.

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