See Lola Run

An Italian-American citizen who is not very much of either but lives in Rome, anyway, and is not really sure where she's going next or if she's going at all.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Reach

I wait for you everywhere.
The underside of the cork
Beneath the stubborn lid
Behind the heavy door
and up
On the very top shelf

the end of a book
or a day
or a happy life
is where you'll find me.

the warm corner of the couch
asleep between the sheets
dreaming

but

there's a space
between me
and all this
where you exist

without you every space is empty.
unsurpassable.
nothing belongs to me.

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