This False Compare         poems by Andrew Cox August 2019

Where I May Not Remove, nor Be Removed

Shakespeare, sonnet 25

He is the one who wanted to remove himself
From the room where to rise is to understand
There is no accounting for the way the window
Only does a half decent job reminding us to look
At what we are missing when we sneeze and how
The turban who lives three houses down is the same
As the facelift two blocks over and the coefficient
Of the chemicals that live in the apartment complex
Begin the important job of thawing the tundra
And as the part stands for the whole the wind
Says the F word and the number eleven
Quits its pouting and decides to pick up its toys
And the one who removed himself feels regret
But has no idea how to reenter the empty room

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