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blue when she’s gone
paint myself blue
lie in the tub
eyes - kept on the windowsill

mystery when she goes
a hat and a cane
twist
always
“when will I see you again?”
is it soon
the second part

now she and I make it fit
make the time slide together
slip enough together
the fall turns into a swoon
take it

the calendar says better off
thumbtack eyes
taped on lips
keep her on the wall
to get the time right
always
“when will I see you again?”
and now and then
down the street
think about that
we said

I never
she never
questions when we go
around the bend
makes the wars make sense
if the slip and fall
ends in a swoon
oh it does
I say

she rolls over
she - an ode to never
leaving bed or getting old

it comes in waves

“When will I see you again?”