March/April 2011
Oh, Wow, Mausoleums,
A new poem
by Kathleen Ossip
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says the man who doesn’t remind me of you except that everything reminds me of you, except mausoleums. In the important world (my imagination), I am watching you, simply, without hope or dream. In the unimportant world, this man and I are driving past the cemetery. |
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