Friday, January 7, 2011

i know what i want. i know when i want.

I have an image of desire:
driving through the Palouse after being
east a while. The barren landscape
and the flawless hills like the curve of hips.
This land between east and west,
ponderosa and hemlock.
Dry air and a blue expanse—
the shade of my childhood bedroom.

All those afternoons spent staring
at walls. I never saw the color as “sky”
until the Palouse. This region between
love and unlove. I know what I want.
I know when I want something I cannot have
I am merely missing you.

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