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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Avoiding History</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">avoiding history is a family tradition, <br>draft dodging, missing wars, as far<br>back as my fathers go, I find <br>no soldiers, no warriors and also<br>no lovers. we don't write<br>in my family, we withdraw<br>our stories on objection, stop<br>telling them. we keep secrets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I keep my own secrets and rarely<br>tell them, keep my truth<br>from coming back to hurt me.<br>I learn slowly but I learn well, <br>to keep my secrets, avoid history.<br>I avoided history by protesting war<br>and by refusing to marry.<br>I learned late, but I learned well.<br>your eyes tell your history, your belly, <br>in its soft geography, hints at mine.<br>I don't enlist, I avoid being drafted, <br>my bridges burn behind me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read history in the slope of her breasts, <br>her silence uses me in my telling.<br>I have many ways to lie, <br>using a sharp knife to separate<br>flesh from nerve, bone and tendon.<br>how many times have I undressed you, <br>hearing you tell me that I don't care<br>about anything, until you turn<br>away from me, turn on me, turn<br>to stone. I turn you over, exploring<br>history in the cleft of your ass, <br>touching with my hands but never<br>touching you, feeling alone finally, <br>shedding uniforms and telling stories.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lies return in the secrets I keep, hints<br>I cover with long explanations.<br>you come to me, naked, asking questions<br>and feel betrayed, telling me finally<br>that I don't matter and never<br>was real to you. I tell you<br>I was a soldier, that I fought, <br>and you lie to me by undressing yourself, <br>nakedness concealing your aims.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read history in the curve of your thighs, <br>my tongue seeking your skin, seeking<br>you in your skin, tasting<br>beneath your skin. I find<br>your secrets, I tell your history<br>and turn my back to you. in sleep, <br>you back away, waking, <br>you dismiss me and I write a secret<br>history, full of lies and silences.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jesse+Weiner">Jesse Weiner</a><div class=q>
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draft dodging, missing wars, as far
back as my fathers go, I find 
no soldiers, no warriors and also
no lovers. we don't write
in my family, we withdraw
our stories on objection, stop
telling them. we keep ..."></div>
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