I Recite the Dialogue of My Life
to the Man I Love
No. Atmosphere interrupts the flight of their light to your eyes.
The marble wept. The faithful told me.
No. Condensation collects as the cool stone warms.
The sun set. The moon rose. I saw them. I did.
No. Round earth revolves once every twenty-four hours, once
I shall carve my names in the snow no matter what you say.
Go ahead, silly boy.
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