Sunday 12/31/2006 01:24:00 AM

It was a new year and an old one. For all the teabags we'd left to steep in insomnia's thankless hug. He made the usual small talk. Words ticking like bombs. We'd never be those strangers again. Never tremble that way in the precision of the countdown.

He heard my cry at last. Pigeon droppings landing on my eyelids. He saw the woman. Witnessed the child. Who sees in the snowball the avalanche.

Playing with the English in his grip. Learning the gauze to conform.

It was a new year and an old one.

In every way.

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