May 7th, 2009

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Thor's Day

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Very, very tired. Weather not helping.

“Janos frightened you, you said?”

She shuddered. “He’s so… cold, and deliberate. And it always feels like he’s watching, weighing me for something.”

“And finding you wanting?” He’d had many an experience like that with Janos.

“Worse. Finding exactly what he wants.” She looked away, pulled away.

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I remember your hair.
Of all the things to stick in my mind -
I remember your hair,
that fall of dreadlocks
over buzzcut sides,
a growing-out mohawk.

I remember browns and blacks,
and Manic Panic midnight blue,
and glints of metal entwined -
washers and bits of electronics
scattered in, grown in.
I remember your hair
and how it made you look
like an elfin cyborg.

(I remember your hair falling over me.
I remember how you moved with me,
your arms beneath me,
hands cupping my shoulders from behind,
pulling you in, pulling me close.
We were so thin that sometimes
I saw you moving.)

I remember your hair falling over your glasses,
smoked glass hiding your eyes,
sides diode-embedded.
I remember how very blue your eyes were -
electric, pale, clear, pure.
I remember -
I remember how you always looked surprised
that I was still there,
still with you.

One day-
not yet-
you will be half my lifetime ago.
You will be once upon a time.
One day, I will no longer be holding you,
carrying you with me,
packing the memory of you
in with all the mes I used to be.

One day I will not remember your hair.