← v12n2, Fall 2013Poetry · Volume 12, Number 2
Note Left for My Former Self
This is what I think of
when I see you in the night—
not the trick,
but the distress call
we manage to send out
while we are pinned
to our stillness.
This is what I think of
when I see you in the night—
not the trick,
but the distress call
we manage to send out
while we are pinned
to our stillness.