work in progress wednesday #24

John said

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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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