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Guitar music in the morning.
The sound of pages turning.
“It is the way the poem
looks on the page
that scares them,”
I have just read today.
I’ve known this fear,
days when I turn pages
until I land on a good solid
flush-left margin.
When I need the words to huddle
together in a mass,
the illusion, at least, of one.
Those odometer-turning days,
when I want to cuddle next
to you and watch movies all day.
Movies about the making of movies.
Read poems about the reading
of poems.

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