To cash in
a past, pick
a year—1992,
better yet 1991—
would be too easy.
I’m done being
easy. Narratives
wrap around words
compressed. A loose loop
of letters with clear beginning,
middle,
end would be a legible expose
yourself delivery
method. But
it’s what gets packed in
so tightly—one lover’s lip
smashed against another’s ear.
Turns out, boys tell secrets too.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
fluent and well patterned.a lovely poem.
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I have no idea what this is about but i LOVE it!
The image of a loose loop of letters is brill. deliver method. mystery. intrigue of thought.
xo
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Who knows what any poem is about? Gotta love that. Thanks for your comment.
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