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i was going to write a poem about how beautiful everything was

but i woke up and the sun was not shining

the sky                                    grayer than i have ever seen

gradients of        disinterest emanating from every passerby

i was going to write a poem about how love can lift you up

and bounce your soul if such a thing even exists

until you see it on your own face

feel it on your own skin feel it sinking in

the dirty fingers grasp at love too

even if they don’t know what to do

and the poem I was going to write

                                                                          i didn’t

                       
                                                                        shouldn’t

          couldn’t                                                   wouldn’t

                                                                     didn’t

                                            i was going to write you a poem to say i’m sorry but so far

                       all i found was a smile at the sight of  your strength
                                                                                                     in the scar

* this is a response to a poem by Ruth Dosch.

you can see both in the new issue of we, the notorious pronouns

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