Thursday, May 8, 2014


I know it's not the same to you
(because matters never matter the same to people)
but it matters to me –
and I matter to you, so
it matters, it matters, it matters: doesn't it?
if my eyes get red and sore and I
breathe – but I keep talking to you,
mumbling to you,
yelling at you
it's because it matters to me, doesn't it, to you?
Don't I, to you?
So would you stay?
Stay so I know
it matters to you because it matters
to me
stay so I know
I matter
when matters get muddled and dragged out
across the floor, in every room of the house
the one, standing, sameness should remain
you should stay and be the one matter that stands

no matter what the fight is.

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