New Poems is a series of poems written or revised in the past five years. For me, that qualifies as “new.” Poems in this series have not been published in journals or even submitted to journals. It’s unclear where they stand on the continuum from first draft to finished. All I can attest is that they exist as files on a computer.
He asks me to moisturize his back He has not asked me for this in years I used to moisturize his back all the time I used to do this for you all the time, I say Remember? I say Yeah, he says
Notes
The Word document containing this poem was created on February 12, 2019. Based on the available evidence, I can only assume that was the day I wrote it. That’s really all I have to say about this poem. If you want to know more, you’ll have to wait for the tell-all memoir, or perhaps the autofictional novel, or perhaps another poem.
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Love that sand sculpture!