Sit with me a while; tell me stories
A brief contemporary poem from E.B. Johnson.
and in the morning we’ll pretend
that you don’t have to leave at all.
we’ll talk about the things you’ve
missed; the things i’ve been dying
to tell you. and in the morning you
can leave me restless again; calling
on the memories that don’t last any
longer than the photographs they
keep from her, and the permissions
they deny her. w…
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