<tate's "shadowboxing">
2002-11-24.10:28 p.m.
Shadowboxing James Tate Sometimes you almost get a punch in. Then you may go for days without even seeing him, or his presence may become a comfort for a while. He says: I saw you scrambling last night on your knees and hands. He says: How come you always want to be something else, how come you never take your life seriously? And you say: Shut up! Isn't it enough I say I love you, I give you everything! He moves across the room with his hand on his chin, and says: How great you are! Come here, let me touch you, you say. He comes closer. Come closer, you say. He comes closer. Then. Whack! And you start again, moving around and around the room, the room which grows larger and larger, darker and darker. The black moon.
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