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November

Don’t seduce me with Whitman
Or Cummings
Talk of nostalgia, history,
Or divinity

My hands grip the pages of a calendar
Each accompanying image has
a time of youth and old age
as the month advances day by day by hour

Time moves like a wounded animal
I show my teeth, but not to smile
The hourglass chokes in the silence



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