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Little Murders Everywhere by Rebecca Morgan Frank

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Monday, April 23, 2012

QuoteFor The Solitary Diner by Frank, Rebecca MorganQuote

I love you. I love nobody.
I love the way the storm is coming down,
sky against ground, and my electric driven
bones begin to ache and the harpist
across the hall plays out our melancholy.

I love nobody. I love you.  Whoever 
you are walking up the stairs past my floor or on the street
down below where umbrellas fill and collapse,
collapse and fill.  I love every rickety
framework that fills with wind, that holds for you.

I love nobody.  There is nobody
to love and yet I still love you, whoever
you are sitting on the subway beside me, 
or setting off  the bells that sing to me
from a distance, wherever you are, my fate
my melody, my untapped figure. My nobody, my you.

I love you, I love nobody.  I love you every time
I see you leaving the theater alone, or spooning
your soup with solitude in the café.  I see you
in every part of the city I trespass through. 
How could I not, you, the ones
I could love, you, the yous,
the millions of you, the nobodies.

Copyright © Rebecca Morgan Frank 2012

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