I could not tell the two of you apart. <br /> even when i tried to squint you just <br /> grew narrower <br /> <br /> and these words are slender stalks in a field <br />seamless yet sperate, unrhyming yet punctuated. <br /> <br /> i remember sitting in the kitchen with poor <br /> posture misspelling the word absence. <br /> <br />you collected a few of the absract moments <br />to form are binary convoluted past personages. <br /> <br /> who spoke in the third person and misdiagnosed <br /> the moments before leaving only shades of <br />gray pathologies for us to follow. <br /> <br />niether light nor dark. <br /> <br /> i tried to gather a little from the two of you <br /> to trace an opinioned outline of you on <br />some paper, but the opinions fell down. <br /> <br /> so i used instead a magnet off of your refrigerator. <br /> <br />you said something like..... what are you doing <br /> or i think im thirsty. <br /> <br /> a half empty half full glass sits on the <br /> counter across the room.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dichotomy-6/
