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T.O. BOBE
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I wanted to invent a unique do,
one that would give voice to my love.
It was autumn.
Later, in the evening, on the radio,
I listened to Nicu Alifantis sing
“Autumn is here, it’s here.”
He was singing in the building
where we once were.
I would have loved, have loved
to cover my heart with your hair.
And saturate my pulmonary circulation with its scent.
I didn’t have any idea how your hair was scented.
But I would have wanted my heart to pump
down to the tips of my toenails
the smell of your shampoo.
When I was young, it was autumn.
I knew you knew I was looking at you.
And like a fool I left
to learn to make curls (my stupid habit--
making things complicated), instead of going to you
and saying that I loved you.
But your legs were so crossed.