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Three poems by sarah thursday
Circles for Words
Us and Our
became That
and what happEND
no You and I
but It and Was
boxed up
shelved
with photos
untaken
said again—
it's unpersonal
something
so intimate
made demon-
strative pronoun
can't be spoken
in Now-space
disrupts fragile
lines to keep
in, keep out
I never told no one
nothing, no person
doesn't know that
We ever were any
thing