To Be Revised into an Epic


Go ahead, walk
maybe there is a beach to comb, girls hair
clips and bracelet gems

The last time I wanted
revenge I drove to the top of a hill
and read a poem
over and over and over

We are strangers
more strange
with each year
hard to believe

Do you share this fear?
That if you skip a page--that page
will be the one page
that mattered

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