Not this

my god all the days we have lived thru
saying

not this
one, not this,
not now,
not yet, this week
doesn’t count, was lost, this month
was shit, what a year, it sucked,
it flew, that decade was for
what?

we forget what
we remember:

each of us
the fevered few

days we used
to fall in love.

(After Olena Kalytiak Davis)

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