Obsessive compulsive
disorderly
As you lay
innately inconspicuous
and assured me
of your augmented intelligence growing
with every twitch
When I was a girl
I ran to outrun
cars
and get a wish in turn
While the deserter walked backwards
retreating
So he would get to be
shot in the face.
Paper plates
and
paper planes
'What is this serene loss
you speak of?'
The spots of shimmering grey
night discs on the highway
'Will you take me,
over there?'
Look again
at the view from the afternoon
Deep
in the deepest heart of summer
And tell me
if the fisherman at sea
will someday come back to me.
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