2003-03-18 || 9:12 a.m.

|| treasure hunting ||

i wonder if in the unlikely event you should think of the two of us together (bound together in our mirrored stints at romance with you, friend; our names like tea rose water, traditional and feminine, written in that way of world fairs and fine jewelry signs just above our heads; the two of us captured arm in arm in sepia tones of a photograph with smiles curving like inked lines painted in with a very light hand; beguiling and dismaying in that same elusive way as siamese twins, cats, orphans and the blind) what our expressions would be like. if we are sitting prevocatively in a backdrop of old, exposing the tops of stockings or bending over to wipe away spilled milk. conjoined sisters, our eyes fixed eternally remarkably like dying stars on you. if you think of us as your conquests, or your conquerers, if we are looking away or at each other conspiratorially. i wonder if you worry that we have compared notes, divulged secrets, repeated lines from our respective singular encounters, drafted a map where all hasty blurred lines lead to the modest x that is the very dark empty center of you.

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