joslin’s lonely number

by bdk

we move amidst streets
your darkness
flowers of emptiness
hurtling bodies
across avoid
we are
glancing fragments of you

also us
are equivalent
to our
some
of days
shared recklessly
wild anticipatory restlessness

intricate
in our unions
we become tied
before
threads dissolve
we
disentangle
you leave me
hollow beneath beachside glass
cold and dull
tuesday’s faded lunchbox

I am
here
yet
we were where
were we?
we were
then
now
trying to remember
still
were we
what we were?
and I’d underestimate you
if I could
but you are
still
to think it’s you
it’s not
it’s all of all
of you
whole of us
swallow me
hole

brian knippers
plod odd along
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