Sigh

Editor back-issues, poetry

when I say something witty –   out, because your insides can’t bear to be in. Whatever you pulled inside I deflated. I didn’t even need a pin.   I saw you. When you were under the fig tree I saw you.   While you loaf, I’ll be under lamplight tracing the shadow of my hand on the table.  …

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