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Cobolt [Ten Poems]
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Simple Poem
That evening, in dormitory yards
alongside the bridge, you came to me
as to a man you could love.
Happiness blasted like a bullet —
I thought it would splatter my brains on the pavement.
Next to us, three women were burying leaves
in blue scarves like one buries their shame.
“It snowed in the mountains the night before,”
our breaths braided around that Rexroth poem
easy and shapeless
with blank stare with collar raised between taxis
which take you nowhere
or take you anywhere in the night
anywhere but
home
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