Atropos Leaves Her Lover Behind

Spoken Word

Wondering when she can’t do things
erase
The lead streaks remind
One of the empty parking
Lot that we went to — the hill underneath
The tires matched how
Still we were after
after
whispering
Things no amount
Of rubber will
erase
Herald dawn’s sticky
Fingers on our shoulders
We never saw it
In our dream, maybe
But by then
you
Were gone and the
Letter I crumpled
Your stand-in
Could it be that for
Some reason
All of you
was just not
As intent as that
Night? We all
never
Wish for endings
could
I
erase
you(?)

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