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[poetryontheclock]

Retrograde

Thirteenth November

As always, someone else has the cards they predict something sent away has set sail to return an ex will reach out Preemptively I go to the ramen bar we loved together on the street where it always was, cold, dark, or rainy even though the parking is terrible even though it closed the year we broke up the broth is more watery than I romanticize tastes more like sharpie than seaweed the rain drips down through the I-beams me and the graffiti are waiting

[poetryontheclock]

Maps. Dec 26, 2023

The time of day finds me fidgeting subtly in my cubicle my mind crawling up the carpeted walls I click through the digital map copyright september 2022 your car rusts in the driveway for a few weeks longer a blur of pixels in the areal photo shows The Dog still alive, and waiting for me to come out and greet her I imagine we are inside sitting across the table eating a late breakfast a clear sun streams in still hot in early autumn we are looking at one another or I am looking at your back while you butter toast and we miss the car that took this picture sliding down the street outside here, you haven't given up yet I haven't started planning my escape