Starting What We Finished

Running through the forest for the trees

till the death of the pulp and paper industries

what’s around the next tree is next to our next best guess

we’ll get there together

you and me

writer and reader

like lovers

out of breath

alone we can’t exist

together we’re written in infinity

even if in memory

connected we give

life to these words

even if one of us is on birth control



let’s run to the end of this poem

now that we’re here

now what

it’s time for you

to finish us


or for me to know

when to let you



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