all i know

no vacancy
no trouble
teased,
tested,
and tired
torn from pages
with no names
you over there
laughing at the sun
and me
sitting in this chair
waiting
for something to happen

the roses still bloom
and summer gods
still bleed
against this rusty theater
but all i know
is that
paradise
is lost
to the sleeping narration
of another
narrow coincidence

482-all-i-know

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