I walk through my twenties
without you
It’s a weird feeling
Or in the passenger seat
with no driver
There’s almost nothing
Half meals on the table
bread and salad
certain friends
identify me incompletely
in a piled field
of cut straw
Hey I’m still talking to you
but my hair and nails
keep growing
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We fucked every hour
for I don’t know how
many years
Yes, I do remember
It did not feel arduous
to me, and what did you
come to fix the refrigeration system
know of feeling
You who’d trot
naked girl on horseback
in her infinite loop
I’m crying because
the movie
was fucking boring
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It’s true, I made you
a horse rushing from the sea
a silent partner
a cowboy might miss
You lope up to me
and say hello
And here is the dream:
I give you apples
I never tell you
You’re foam on waves
I invented your shape
when the waves got boring
It is the dream of a cloud
overtaking another cloud
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Elsbeth Pancrazi was a 2013 Poets House Fellow and artist-in-residence at Caldera Arts in Sisters, Oregon. Her poems have appeared in A Public Space; Bodega; Best New Poets 2013; Forklift, Ohio; H_ngm_n; No, Dear; and Paperbag. Clock her in Brooklyn.