it is not that i wait for you, it's that my arms are doors i cannot close
i like the idea of different theres and elsewheres. perhaps i am somewhere patient, somehow kind, perhaps in the nook of a cousin universe i've never defiled or betrayed anyone. here, when i say 'i never want to be without you,' somewhere else i am saying 'i never want to be without you again.' and when i touch you in each of the places we meet, it is with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever.' --bob hicok, 'others lives and dimensions and finally a love poem'