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Monday, September 7, 2009


There's a knot in my neck
from where I cradled the phone
for so long,
and it reminds me that she's gone
and that I miss her.
Her laugh
covered the cracks
in my heart the way that
spackle fixes walls.
I've decided to call her more often.

Kristy called me a bit ago. We talked for almost an hour, and I didn't even talk about half the things I wanted to.

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