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Sibling Drift

Car died today—it does that a lot. Thought

I’d call you but remembered you were gone.

Reality bites like damn mosquitoes,

leaving an itch long after the piercing

wound is healed. It’d be cool if we could

meet sometime for coffee or something. I

often ponder why it is we can’t get

along anymore, why I still miss you.

In the meantime, there’s your absence to keep

me writing, whispers of dead geniuses

to keep me inspired, worries to keep

me awake long into the night, and thoughts

of our reunion to keep me living.

I hope to heaven it’s a happy one.


Nonce sonnet



Categories: Poetry
  1. wade
    August 23, 2011 at 6:17 am


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