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Poetry: Truman Danz

 

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walking into your room                        I find you

            naked
    the sun breaks
     the window     the nothing new

for the first time I'm embarrassed by your youth

I can't be lived in
like this
incessant    distance between
the reminding nights


and I want to say to the room all around me: tell me what to do        tell me how
this is better
       
        this is opening

how do you teach the lover not to nip at the heels?
I cannot catch you up
            this
                  time

 

 

it’s all overwhelming me                                

buzzed up     and stuck     soft and warm like too much wine     this ricochet alley finds me behind your house     looking     for a trap door and bus fare back to the eastside     hot moon tonight in the smooth reflection of this rollercoaster evening     I don’t think my finding you here is important     bathed in caustic looks   you push my eyelids to blink     I can cough up these moments repeatedly

in your sweater pocket there is a small glance     self assured and assumed    

sweetheart mine     don’t fret     the trees fallen and filling my shelf don’t push you aside   don’t give you these heart-stop moments      the long blue feather in your hair like the center lines on roads I dreamed of crossing   breathe into my ear some soft moment and let me feel your warm   weather  

 

 

 

 

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