John said
at midnight he was thinking of me
listening to Margaret
drowning in tears
John said he was leaving New York City
done with the ride John went disappearing beachside
My city summer heaves and hides
the sun reappears and for a moment inside
I come untied from the chandelier
and neither of us remembers the night nor the reason
on the friend’s roof when we met in some season
when John said the words that followed me to bed
do you ever think about leaving
it’s all that’s in my head
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