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By Ali Date: 2007 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.17.20.34.4695]] |
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I know all the heartbreak games that lovers, sometimes absentmindedly, play-- the whisper of other people's secrets, offered with breaths upon a shared pillow. It's the little shared things, really, like how a man takes his coffee, like how a woman stands just so, or that time, back in tenth grade (you know the one), inside jokes, for sure-- free-slipping details in the dark, sheets of un-harbored secrets. And it all brings us closer, and closer still-these things we know that we think no one else does. Wildly, we assume that no one else could possibly understand, not like this--beyond the curves of a body, the yearning of a touch-- beyond reason and all resistance. He tells me things and I listen. In a way, I'm collecting someone else's secrets, while, somewhat ironically, making a few of my own. |