June 7. To get a head start
by Joanne Kyger
Yea, but I'm too old
Yea, but I'm growing too old
To wait around this long
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Nobody wants to sit with me
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Forgive this interlude for a while: I became infinitely
glamorous and careless, like the best memory, of past
loves.
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I often tell women's secrets to men
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It was open, in the clear gray, morning. Babies
cries, and a dog barks, birds shrill from the top
of the trees.
I'm going to run away from all this.
I am going to enter into another dimension.
Oh my little head and hope. I am projected
ahead. I will realize the continuum from the past.
I will not be abusive, I am smitten in glory.
I am full of hopeful rushing. On into
the high out rocking waves.
