The Events Of A Day
U Uriah Hamilton
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She tossed her bracelet
into the weedy vacant lot
that I gave to her
when we were young,
not a costly jewel,
but the essence of my heart
was intricately connected
within every link
like a tattoo carved in skin.
My weariness and wariness
is a product of this event,
I can't be caught this off guard again;
I can't fall in love today
to swim in trash heap streams tomorrow.
Casual sex, I guess,
is a form of looting,
stealing intimacy like a purse
and then discarding it
but I'd rather discard
the events of a day
than the dreams of a life.
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