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I try to remember the room. It was

always floating down their

empty corridors. In between

I give blessings to the priest.

I sit down on red steps.

I try to remember how you always

let those things slide. Back south

they cut their teeth and you

wore the “coolest sunglasses.”

I try to remember how it goes.

You said, “I love you.” And he’s

a pink carpenter that I ignore.

I’m trying to remember. What

did we mean when we said

something

something about the right words?

You used to be an expert. Now she

says I’m lost and I’m

floating in an empty room.

Well don’t let (?) stop you. You’ve

got it all backwards and for once

I think you’re right when

you tell me

there are no words. I’m trying to

remember.