Your spectrum of entanglements
continues to tickle comings and goings
Roman numerals stacked
fleeing into an anxious canyon
of choral meanderings
memories flooding the stairwell
evoked by the tracks on your mixtape . . .
You're checking out playlists
trying to throw light on the passage of time . . .
fragmentary dreamscapes
draw you in . . .
You've been tagged for a workgroup . . .
the behind-the-scenes incidence of intimacy . . .
It happens, yes? . . .
The days into weeks into months into years . . .
grasping at fillers to avert the inevitable? . . .
Sitting there, smiling,
your tongue unleashed from its moorings . . .
unctuous in its wake . . .
as if regression took the wheel from some roadie
when, at the last misstep, you decide
to stay a while . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |