Robin Coste Lewis In Her Prose Poem: Math. With New Line Breaks Poem by Ravi Kopra

Robin Coste Lewis In Her Prose Poem: Math. With New Line Breaks



"And then. Finally.
You and I. Our bodies.
Together. For a few hours:

Time loves me. Every minute a gift
so tender, each second announces itself.
And then, just as quickly, equally:
every second is stolen—erased—washed away—you.

I understand, somehow, it will be another four
years until I see you again... "

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