Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Comfortably Awkward

The promise of your presence
arouses my anger.
I’m tingling with nervous excitement.
I’m rehearsing what I’ll say.
I’m deciding on a demeanor.

before too long
we’ve fallen comfortably
back into our old patterns.

And still the awkwardness finds itself
edging in between our words.
All the things we left unsaid
appear in the sidelong glances;
those knowing asides
that everyone sees
but no one understands.

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