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Dear One I am not supposed to miss you, of presence and absence not being present which one could accuse But more seductively, in the hope outside of spaces, I would argue it is longing Longing is a sweet word and means much present—oh yes there in my mouth I am present with, looking into the display case at and go somewhere else. I am sorry that A motorcycle helmet is in front of me, got nervous just now because I tried There, now I see it Love and Awakening, trying to sell a typewriter. Saying, Any students here? All of this is proof that I am very much And still I feel something tug on me Dear Emptiness To be emptier than the moon on a clear night, is the shoe? What gouged out eyes, what sockets is playing a trick on me where it takes off in a car where it is going. It is traveling fast away from me Some crave for you and take everything away to have you. Jenny Bitner has been published in Corium, Fence, Mississippi Review, PANK, and The Sun. She is also the author of the chapbook Mother (Pine Press). contact • website |
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