how do i do this?
something about wandering
and crying "Margaret"
on a green hill.
something about making good art
or getting back to myself
(self? where have i been, then?)
finding a new here when
home is not home---
belong to the city
to myself
to every single second-
catch up to my sense
i won't be long
feel feel feel
haunted
the dull ache looms
(i've been here before)
i've never been here before
i don't want firsts that come with lasts
i want a way i want a stay i want a knowing and a clear want returned
(i know what zeppelin song your feet are moving to
i know a lot of things
but i don't know what to do
when every single day isn't reason enough to stay
and i can't wait for garden walks
with feet afraid of planting)
the -how- remains
was how to stay
now how to go
and still remain
somewhere
in the
present
tense
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