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It Washes Away

Underground, like the
basements up north, cold
catacombs…

the love medicine is too strong

The city noise ordinance
keeps vibes low

Safety in a midnight swim.

It’s been twenty four minutes since the last time I’d ever see you again.

I’ll never be a famous poet

forbidden closeness / pure proximity /
one hand on my shoulder / nothing
but gymnasium breeze on my
lace draped waist

You’re a sandstorm

I ask the sky many questions
and the wind nods back

I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations