Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Clocked

What if I wanted more?

Would you put me in the waiting room?

Would there be someone with oil paints?

Would we go back three decades to when rainy Thursdays felt like the start of my life and not the end of it?

Would we be good for each other?

Who’s to say?

Not you,
Not me,
Not Him or Her or Them,

Maybe it,


Maybe so—

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