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Last Night I Called Your Name

This is a poem about unexpected telepathy.


It's only published here.


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Last Night I Called Your Name


three times, like ringing

a tiny bell, louder

each tinging tap,

and said to you:

_ _ _ _ _ _.

Words to be filled,

were filled, will be, had been.

Time is not a sentence

but a tower of verbs

in every dimension

we have lived together.

So this morning

it was no surprise

when you spoke mine back

just once, lightly,

your voice a question.




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