i saw a woman here
and i wrote poetry out there
and kept writing
while she was my anticipation
so that by the time
we started talking
i already was
so sick
of thinking of her
that i never bothered
asking if she'd like
to hear
an apathetic invitation
to take her
to these places
both at once
a cross between the here and there
because i wouldn't have cared
you see
my transformation
is complete
like my ability
to switch between

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