You said, Meet me at the lilac festival at a quarter past three
& I said, Okay well that’s specific
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Nevertheless, my heart
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My heart is an asterisk hovering
in the corner of an asteroid
& leading to a footnote that says, It’s all going to work out
probably
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Love is an improbable
shaking
of hips
on a dancefloor called Nevertheless,
Our Hearts
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Can’t Be Kept Apart Apart
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Music
is the unswept in want, the surfer of wept,
the haptic among beekeepers, the zine
across nebulae, the nexus up one’s heinie, the weep
beneath velour, the door within oh, the oh with
baby baby, the tracksuit from one’s
destiny, the great I’ll see you there, the vim of that
stare of the vroom of our path of the bodacious of the wrack of
the love
of being
at the lilac festival
*
This one’s for you, you said
All you footnote fetishists, you said
& my bussy did bow
before thou
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Is there time to smell every lilac
or most
or the best
or just the first ones we see—but fully
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Is there time to listen to a 3-minute track
over & ever &
effervescent
Is there time for a 3-minute track that takes us back
while pushing our hips so forward
we are more than ever nevertheless’s future
Is there time
to pause the song here & there & start it come on baby let’s start
the song again
Can we call this song Time
& not cry
Can we cry this song while moving to its heat