Jayne McGaughey Poems

There's a chance

We'll be in our bedrooms after the war
making love until we can't feel the pain anymore
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You found the broken glass
as it walked beneath your feet

Found the answer in the gutter feed
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I found you at the wishing well
facedown
stirring your hand through it like it was the sea
you threw your pennies in it
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I lay my head down
it's pounding again
all the mixed messages
deleted and offered
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