Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Thinking About People I Miss Poem

Spaces

Your name is ghosted now, one
stray reference amid pages
and pages and pages and

Many live forever, regurgitating
junkshitpiss, pretending
while you chopped trees, burnt—
I fill the spaces.

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