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Bourbon refugee

by  Bobo

Posted: Friday, December 12, 2003
Word Count: 56




Should I crack
your skull open to see?
Me.
Must I stab you
for my presence to be felt?
I AM HERE,
right here -
please acknowledge.
Some sign,
any sign,
would help.
The spirit in your palm,
dark and potent,
offers no real warmth.
Just a reassuring numbness
of detachment.

I AM HERE,
right here.