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I'm late
because
I stopped to
write a poem

because
last night
sleep
was tiring

dreams
fidgety, a
day's worth
of stories

personal
film noir;
edgy and
precise

grainy and ugly
in the mirror
this morning

I've had too
much of me

I'm late
because
I stopped
to write a poem

because
sometimes
its the only
thing to do

Heather Reed 1/31/07

Control Freak

you come out
of nowhere

a place outside of
the moments I choose
to live in

like the full moon I feel
but forget until it's
right before my eyes

you sneak up
on my blind side;
sitting cross-legged
in the corner,
playing with your
pins and strings

devoid of good
intentions

Heather Reed 2/1/07