Poem: My Cryptic Valentine | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
Somewhere in this poem there is
an anagram with your name in it
and a palindrome the line below it,
tucked inside a valentine,
from a woman always
hard to read.
Here’s an offering to higher art
we swore we’d either die for
or live on,
never odd or even
slightly too absurd for pure
surrealists like us. So rearrange
the curve of letters in your name
and tell me I’m clever with words

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