Cubbyhole | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
Come down where
down where who plays her what
and I sing that thing for you
you feel it too you do
near the that that leans on it
you can’t I can’t we can’t
I don’t remember how and wouldn’t remember then if
we did that thing with them and her
after the place with the bang
and the stuff with that wow
the girl with her eyes
looking looks that
look
we should go there sometime
learn the whos and the wheres
talk the how
word the dare with those hands
and the sounds of the night
the gloves of the it
the here of the where
the sounds of the go
darkening the door of the in
between the that and the those
and the then that is now but was when
and it’s here and it’s come
and it’s it but it’s not
well it is
but well it almost
wasn’t.

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