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Loving you is like that poem
I went to bed with and found
all traces gone the next morning.
It tortures me daily,
but I have no way of knowing
how good it could have been
had it stayed on hand for me
to pursue it,
to consign it to permanence on paper.

And I wrote many other poems,
some with more of me
than others.
And perhaps
in one or two of them,
I’ve come close to replicating
the serendipitous circumstances
that let me graze the original.
And when I think about it
that way,
I find there is really
no cause for regret,
as long as
I keep writing.

“Projection Lauren”
by photographer Christian Banck


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