Hannah's here.
I'm there.
Hannah's everywhere.
I come.
Hannah goes.
Things fell short this time
Lies after the summer lead a fall with a fireplace, burning chopped wood.
Embracing our bodies while watching a flick on Netflix, without a where the hell ya been? Why are ya late again? talk.
Hannah goes.
I come.
Hannah wears skirts.
I wear jeans.
Hannah strips nude and dyes her hair red, and not light red but dark red.
Hannah wears shirts without bras.
I go.
Hannah stays.
I wait.
Hannah goes.
I stay.
Hannah drives there.
I stay everywhere.
Hannah ends up in a Seattle, Washington bar.
I stay.
Hannah comes to my door.
I go.
Hannah stays.
I come home.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," Hannah says. "Where have you been?"
"Do you want to settle down?" I ask.
"Thought you'd never ask."
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
