up up down down

Kleptomaniacal Tuesday stole me, took me
piece by piece to uptown parties
long on sentence and short on structure.
.
She was every which one of my favorite people,
long on sentience, and short.
I wrote of her in past tense always,
lent her my books,
looked over her shoulder,
left crumpled grey notes
regretting her absence.
.
Whatever the sun saw fit to dispense,
we needed.
She sat backwards on the lawn
looking for words in the trees and
wanting nothing
repeatedly.
.
.
Carefully doctored Tuesday
took her, left me
little but her sense of motion,
rocking on the backwards lawn,
.
long on nothing,
and wanting.
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.
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