By George Anderson
it’s most
intriguing
to learn
that as you age
your memory
telescopes beyond itself
churning within
the occasional dissembling
loose cannons of thought
blasting boundaries
then all is silent
apart from the buzz
of the DVD-R copier
as they embrace
she removes
the black patch
from her eye
he pulls a band-aid
from his forehead
revealing light
it’s like unremembered lines
the core feelings outlined
their embrace the popping cork of desire
eyes questioning in the darkness
the descent of explanation
now in a sharp
trajectory
downwards
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Clutching at Straws 