Where are we now?
I almost
wrote you a poem
in soapy irony
that started
Funny that we chose
writing ourselves to
deadlines
cause we like them so much
and in meter, across
wires liks tightropes
forgot
the exercize was
every twenty four hours.
And now in grand marnier
backwash and
retrospect
that went "something like that"
someone else will say
where are they now?
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