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I took notes for a poem about
lavender lads and ladies,
the twilight people who come
from the world of debut mon,
and when I went to source my
new-old words, I found the
articles notably absent.(Second poem with no title)
In absentia vobus
In the absence of you-
you, curled in a heart
on the worn carpet.
I scrambled through wires
to reschedule our rendezvous
I’m sorry my voice got
caught inside my ribcage
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