Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Dance Monkey: Apparition Poem #2041


A quarter of a century
has passed
since I took the teenage
townie to a new place
transgressive
in a subletted room
on West Nittany
if I have no regrets
it’s because those text-piles
on that carpeted floor
have passed into
ink somewhere
past that room
she has too
the second phase of the game

P.S. And both from and about those text-piles

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