FORGET-ME-NOT

They could print a dictionary of our
disputes -

disagreements that have lead to shortcuts
between ourselves,
as the path we originally cut from the
thicket is now overgrown with
forget-me-nots,

splintered flowerpots;
jam-like in their attraction of wasps.

FOR THE SUMMER

Web-like, you spin sincerity
between the cracks in the walls
and wait for the spring to vacate,

for the summer to send its flies -
alibis for something that never happened.

REPLAY

The white-bricked wall of the bar
absorbs the laughter of the night,
waits two years
and replays it when the laughter of
the night is a flickering candle

bleeding across a windowsill.

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