you can leave me here, i don't mind

 



i'll just be sitting over here in the corner, quiet, 
not making a bother of myself. i'll string beads, 
maybe, or find a scrap of paper and the stub of a 
pencil and draw the colors i see in the air around 
your head. you can leave me here, on the fringes 
of your life. really, i understand. 

denise

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