Paper man




Paper man 


your heart has long been 
breaking others. Soon you’ll turn 
into a verb or dust, or distant symphony
—much more remote than the poem 
in which you are now trapped;
It may very well be the way 
we’ll ever reach dust on dust,
shag on shag.

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