Corners
There
were feelings once
now
there is nothing no
not
nothing something gone a
footprint
in wet sand or
hairs
caught in a wristband
a
stain of wine in faded outline
on
the stairs an old pistachio
shells
ensconced inside a drawer
like
little borrowers once there
were
feelings buried here
like
IEDs deep and incendiary
evidence
of wrongdoings and done
arraigned
against me there
are
no feelings for the things that go
back
into the night without a song
disappearing
like words erased
to this day they haven't gone away
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