Two poems

So, last night I wrote two poems that I won't ever publish except for here and I wanted to share. They will probably be cannibalized for parts in the future. Without further ado, poems about absence.

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I took notes for a poem about

lavender lads and ladies,

the twilight people who come

from the world of debut mon,

and when I went to source my

new-old words, I found the

articles notably absent.


(Second poem with no title)

In absentia vobus

In the absence of you-

you, curled in a heart

on the worn carpet.

I scrambled through wires

to reschedule our rendezvous

I’m sorry my voice got

caught inside my ribcage