Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leave you, okay?"
Almost magicI grew up by the northern skyAlmost magic3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
near the still hour and steep mountain
where the green is greener
the night, nighter
and the cows grass in that peaceful way
only cows can do
it is said that curious moments may occur there
even the wandering hare halts her gaze
as the ancient expressions
there are no gays back home
and they are all locked up
except for one
he was tied to a pole
thrown rocks at
I talked to him once
about home; the ancient expressions
the hares and almost magics,
he said it wasn't really
all that pretty
and that he'd like to go away,
he was tired, he said
of all the cow shit
he kept stepping in.
DadHe left me his shoesDad3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
my feet to get cold
I told him it wasn't necessary
but he insisted
my dad is a very kind man
winters up north can be harsh he said
I said I didn't want any children
although I cannot remember his reply
I do suppose I hurt him
that in a thousand years
the computers will be self aware
will find the concept of dad