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.
Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2024
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