Trading Rooms


2 weeks x 2

future. that’s what I put in notes 
to remind myself how often 
I’ll be able to see her and pretend
I’m easy to find, same 
as when we were kids trading rooms

on a regular basis, 
once fear’s been eclipsed by new
and parallel taxation habits, 
once we’ve forgotten how it wasn’t 
as easy as writing a poem.
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