Sunday, December 9, 2012

Gossip

for D.


With the righteousness of youth
I convinced myself
That sharing whispers
-of your weight
-of your diets
was made nobler by the secrets
(my secrets)
you’d spilled like ink.
Indelible,
Unforgettable,
Unforgivable.

But ink fades.

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