Anthony AW


Is there
one word
to unlock
your heart?

I text
virtual rolodex,
baiting congratulatory
sad lust.

Your lone
wolf attracts
bears westside,
dutifully elsewhere.

Months ago
you shared
your abstracts
by cellphone.

Is there
a word
for this
impermanent stroke?

We intersected
somewhere’n the
universe. She
smirks, candles 

flickering along
my dumb,
I was
looking up—

you asked
one simple
question, are
you writing?

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