Wednesday, November 17, 2010

can't put it plainer

I'm going to lay it all on the table,
cards-wise. And I'm
going to put it to you straight
I can't put it plainer. When I met you

well.

You know.
You saw. You were
there.

I thought
I had some pretty strong
defenses, but I guess
they must have been
against something else, because

you just jumped up
waded in,

threw your best shot
- yourself! - at me
with a full-body flying hug, you

smote

me

down,

like a heavy cudgel; wielded rough
and tumble, and I really don't know if I have gotten
or can get
up.

But in any case,

the dent that you made in my heart
looks great. And so,

yeah.

I can't put it plainer
than that.

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