but amongst the pastiche of war and desire. beauty and damage. I saw Claudia. in an impossible afternoon light she could never survive in. Claudia, as Madeleine perceived her. resplendent. rendered even more beautiful by her beholder. and I knew then, with all certainty, she would be a better companion to Claudia than I ever had.
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Tension is the cosmic misfortune
I take these hands, and I multiply them.
A set for me and a set for you.
We fiddle with them at the table,
unable, no--
unwilling, to show the other the truth.
A subtle glance to the right, your veins are green
I'm tracing over scarlet and blue
I'd point it out but the words aren't there, I freeze.
A mumbling from the right, you take your hands--
Balled into fists, I watch in silence as you unfurl them.
The words tumble from your hands, marbles on a table.
I back away, a resolute stare at the wooden surface.
My veins are blue, my veins are blue, my veins are blue--
Maybe slightly green? I could see a tint.
If the light catches my hands in just the right way, at just the right time.
Oh! I can see it now, the blue turns green and the green turns murky.
A frantic glance upwards, your mouth turned downwards. Unshed tears hanging in suspense.
I go to speak, and you shake a balled fist as if to say
"What a joke, you mean these?"
And I take my hands with blue--scarlet--no, green! green veins
I take my shaking hands with green veins and cover yours, a silent plea
You brush me off, the words fall once more.
I take these hands, and I multiply them.
Blood in the crease
A set for me and a set for you.
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