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I Feel a Poem Coming On I feel a poem coming on Because the chair alone is not alone And the carpet underneath Connects to my bones I feel a poem coming on because My ring has holes unfound by most Caused by my banishment From Hilo to the West Coast I feel a poem coming on because At the end of the night I am followed By the lingering presence of Souls never swallowed I feel a poem coming on because Of social Cues never known and assumptions Of such and such while we only Stare at the clutch And never press. I feel a poem coming on because Pains around the corner, perching With wings inverted downward Back into her shoulders. I feel a poem coming on because The simple feat of gathering heat Bends me lower than the river. I feel a poem coming on because The time spent together seems So silly now, though I will Remember the feeling forever I feel a poem coming on because Of the bullet casings and condoms That constantly raced through my childhood. I feel a poem coming on because The clocks roll around While staying perfectly still and My heart seems to beat at little will

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