The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 4 | Page 44

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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