your thoughts are not mine
and i do not wish to read your mind
for i have my own,
i have this light and i am keeping it alive
it is a candle and my palms shaped like a boat
keeps its light shining
i keep on writing
and you may not read what i write
i don't mind
i say things and keep some ideas hanging in the air
like the clothes on the wire
when they become dry
i iron them all
and keep them back well folded
on the dresser
do not look for your pants
or underwear there
there are no places reserved for them
i keep my heart somewhere else
and it keeps beating
now, no longer for your name
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