From 3ec50c15dbbc8725271d707a33064002ad64a33e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 17:52:37 -0700
Subject: Add poems from the past year

---
 src/the-night-we-met.txt | 34 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 34 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 src/the-night-we-met.txt

(limited to 'src/the-night-we-met.txt')

diff --git a/src/the-night-we-met.txt b/src/the-night-we-met.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..4a9dc93
--- /dev/null
+++ b/src/the-night-we-met.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,34 @@
+---
+title: The night we met, I was out of my mind
+subtitle: or Lying in the dark
+genre: verse
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    css: autocento
+...
+
+My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen, \
+pregnant with all the things I should've said \
+but didn't.  Last night, we met each other \
+in the dark, remember?  You told me time was
+
+pregnant with all things.  I should've said \
+something, to draw you out from your place \
+in the dark.  Remember, you told me time was \
+only an illusion, and memory was only
+
+something to draw.  You, out from your place, \
+I out from mine, that night, I believed in you.  \
+Only illusion and memory were one, lying \
+down on your couch, through the night you drew
+
+me out from mine.  That night, I believed in you \
+when you told me you loved me.  I lay \
+down on your couch.  Through the night, you drew \
+a picture of our future together.
+
+When you told me you loved me, I lied \
+in the dark.  Remember, you told me time was \
+a picture of our future together.  \
+My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen.
-- 
cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81