Joan Fleming

Night interview Is it the past that hurts?               This is where I try to sleep Did you reason with it?               For a time And the flowers?               There were a purple      they paled in the middle Did they please the room?               They pleased themselves You were gifted clothes.               No fit      was fire enough There was talk of a home chill.               The best      do not talk about it What of the first fit?               I wish      an erasure of it Of the first rush, too?               Rush leaves So what got left behind?               Polished cuff      I gave it away What stayed?               A taste of metal Was this a repetition?“Joan Fleming”

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Joan Fleming

Twenty questions What did my tenderness suggest to you           was it too sweet            was it not enough         What I wanted               was it too rough                 ██████ ██████████████████████████████████       Was it your pained puppy–dog ███████        eke ██████       Was it the red dogs’ feet barking through the afternoons             did they mark their needs ██████████████                                in your too–soft wood floor Was I too good          and then    at some sly test             no good at all             Was it when I fell asleep ████████████████████████████             was that █ cruel ███████            ███████████████ Did the entire ███████████████████ feel          intolerably like school        Was it the careful seepage in the car          a scent I hate Was it the you of you                 never ████      █████       or late Was it that I wanted you to“Joan Fleming”

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