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May 29, 2009
He said he fell off the planet
I said “take me with you”
He said “but who are you?”

So I sat down, gulped my warm wine—
Now drunk, licked my wounds,
Blood red, twirled my hair—
And hoped a black hole sucked him through
Knowing full well he’d find
A whitehole to bring him
Back to me when he’s ready
A whitehole to fling him
Into a swirling wormhole
That spits him back through space
Straight into my arms again.

He said he fell off the planet
I said “have a safe trip”
He said “yes, I love you.”