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Louis Osofsky, US
headphones
block up my ears
nipping in the bud
the creation of thoughts, like
a contraceptive device
remembering
our ups and downs
you're quiet
perhaps, we had only hope
on a downward slant
envying
a free thinker
is what you wanted
will you ever
listen to me, again
fluttering
sparrows gather
i'm dizzy
remembering the past
there's nothing but dreams here
fumbled with your
coat
allowing the breeze to pass—
you blush and unfold,
just enough to freely show
why it is I shyly ask
the dust
on the second bed pillow
was kept
in its place
waiting for you to brush it
sad and
hunched before the game's end
in the stands
i revisit
the very moment we met
my body
was not meant to be up front
playing elbow wars
“c’mon leg, c’mon
just give me one more game”
maneuvering
on the hardwood floor
folded programs
in the heat
fans in the bleachers
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