OctPoWriMo #19

Oct 19, 2012 21:21

you call to say
goodnight
from a hotel in my
yesterday
which, given the curve of the earth,
is firmly moored in your
today
i try to imagine what
the night
looks like after i have
already seen it
you tell me you will call
tomorrow
but i already knew
you had

poetry, writing

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