found poem

by jhon baker

I wanted to look you in the eye

and hold you

to fuck you, to know you
but thankfully
        you broke
        my heart

Ack:
there is no poetry in you.
there is nothing left of
the wordless moment
so this is NOT spoken word
but merely a poem

and wherever I am 
you are on
the other side
of the room

– I wrote this

at least I think I did, pretty sure, it was located in the margins of a book from off my shelf. I bought the book new and the poem written in pencil was written in my hand. I am also known for writing in books and more so, writing poems in books so I think I can be as sure as anything about this being my poem. The only problem I can see is this – when did I write it – who is it about, if anybody as it is likely to be written about a character in the book as it is about a living human. I am willing to bet that I am able to sum it all but I am unwilling.

one hand moves swiftly against the other.
a final act of
expression.

– J.

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