a poem. about poeple loving and knowing all the while: eternity.

I no longer know what to think. About death. Which stands ready.

About you. A hunger hallucinating outward. From the ruins of memory.

Because yes, you. Still make my heart beat.

Irregularly. Like yours.

-Rosmarie Waldrop

 

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