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Sadly
By Nick Frielich
The most persistent
memories are transcribed as numbers
strung about the peeling skin of a gray marble pendulum
She revels in the mail while it gets lost
Is it because they no longer care or they no longer try
There can still exist genuine sincerity
As I am condemned to the life of a heretic
There can be nothing evasive about stationary lips
But when life doesn’t move it can’t be seen
Unreasonable gestures
Become the sound of the sprinklers watering
the concrete walkway between our homes
Oceana and this anxious highway
Four people can have dinner but nothing is
Singular black spots
She exists under the waterfall
A stillness most potent
So stop writing her name
Her close attention
Modify your practice to include all sorts of disasters
Her willingness and desire to be interpolated
The difference between the colors green and orange
The windows facing the same direction
Weather directs similar suspensions until more
permanence is achieved
Familiar characters are never where you last left them
Reaching phrases
Diluting repetition severs the white ice
The urges we have
A strong jaw is penance for an ill-timed complaint
Perhaps
Stranger things have not happened
What conversation can hold a kiss
Walls will move only when they are not being watched
This absence spans the seasons
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