THIS IS A POEM ABOUT FILLING IN BLANKS 3.29.17

Fill in the blanks. 


3.29.17

I had      before         young              lonely           unstable           . I        love        pure.   Now      love      is        .       love       seems         between understanding       hatred,  tacit          “I won’t     you if you promise not to        me,” and so on.


 

Written at 1:05 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, after discovering the sublimity of Classical music. 

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