Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

All that, and a Bag of Chips too


Whether I know it well or not, it was a cemetery
where things and people often go to an end
that grew into a warm polar opposite of such
and of which and of my intentions, I had no clue.

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Loving you less than life, a little less
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Loving you less than life, a little less
Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall
Or bush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess
I cannot swear I love you not at all.
For there is that about you in this light--
A yellow darkness, sinister of rain--
Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight
To dwell on you, and dwell on you again.
And I am made aware of many a week
I shall consume, remembering in what way
Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek,
And what divine absurdities you say:
Till all the world, and I, and surely you,
Will know I love you, whether or not I do.

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