Untitled (Bells) — Evan Fandrei

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I heard the bells and
whistles
How tastefully they’d shear
my ends
and loosen me
How I wanted to see New York with you
again.

I had mere seconds
to impact,
The sheen and shimmer of the world
with its knife slicing me through,
dripping me down,
measuring my effect in
coffee spoons.

So frayed,
I wrestled the
suck,
to remember
remembering you.

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