Paperchains
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Last night
I tore out all the poems that I wrote about you
and made them into paperchains.
Hours of the night threaded together with your name
to decorate the blues.
Hanging from the chandelier
twisting around table legs
collecting on the sill.
Papery memories gone soggy with salt water.
Your face,
so many times in black and white,
skipping through the rhythm
and humming indifference.
In the morning the pages were clear,
shaken from the shackles with glue that could not
hold
Now the broken chains fall at my feet.
I tore out all the poems that I wrote about you
and made them into paperchains.
Hours of the night threaded together with your name
to decorate the blues.
Hanging from the chandelier
twisting around table legs
collecting on the sill.
Papery memories gone soggy with salt water.
Your face,
so many times in black and white,
skipping through the rhythm
and humming indifference.
In the morning the pages were clear,
shaken from the shackles with glue that could not
hold
Now the broken chains fall at my feet.
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