I Am Nearly Twenty-Five

and have,
as of yet, not written this
           generation’s love poem

           I feel terrible about this and us, and                    I feel terrible for clouds, in fact

                      I feel so bad at this moment about
                                 how we don’t speak—it’s as if
                                 some mutual gladness of absence has become
                                            a sense of diffidence no longer cares to make it into

my poems I don’t ever feel like writing
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