PREVIOUS TENANTS
Vancouver Boom
Boomboom, boomboom, boomboom, . . .
In my room
Ours
It's slow
The boom boom
Languid
We pause
Sniff
Touch
Savoring our apartness
Our closeness
This poem wants to be short
The moment wants to be long
The shiny hardwood floor, the empty wall, the clothes piled up in a heap, the bed we share
All this wants to be forever
Particularly the embrace
The tearing open of a present
The near tearing when it is over and there is nothing like this on the horizon
The empty bottle sitting there
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