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Jan 2013
If I write,
"There is only memories here"
the verb doesn't match the objects.
But there is only one
now, a single room,
sitting still, in silence, tasting wine,
a Dornfelder-Spätburgunder
blend, feeling rough
sofa fabric strand.
There is only one memories
for the here, blanketed, warm and secure.
JoJo Nguyen
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JoJo Nguyen  Baltimore
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