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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

Lemonodo

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BIO:
OK, occasionally I write this stuff. Well often, I admit.