13.01.06 - 2:35 p.m.

i honeymooned in your hometown; looked for you at george's pizza with the old-fashioned mirrored bar, at the library where i convinced a librarian of my trustworthiness and joined The Friends, at the record shop, the movie theater, the convenience store, but your big glasses were nowhere to be found. i am reading "Wild Geese" every day now, convincing myself. you give me, through verse, stern lectures, ms. oliver, and when i turned on the radio to your voice which i did not recognize saying words i know by heart it was like falling into an ice bath -- like the provincetown winter.

you save me, and daily
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