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POEM: the tricks it plays


the tricks it plays
(for ___________)

she’s in their apartment
wondering what happened
like putting together
the pieces of an intricate puzzle
when she doesn’t know
what the picture is supposed to be
she’s certain she used to know
as those early days rushed by
in a blur of skin and song
those days when an hour seemed
like a minute / when a second
could feel like a lifetime
now the clocks have stopped
and the house is quiet
even when he’s there
time is a thick, gooey liquid
through which she wades
toward the door she left open

25 July 2013
Auburn AL

Published in Auburn My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry


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