Trillium Book Awards Author Reading 2015

This is a Confession Not a Poem

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This is a Confession Not a Poem

I have pushed away that perpetual presence and neglected the past.

Now,

In my excavation for meaning,

In my urge to justify an insignificant existence,

I walk back to find a lost me in the dusty, dark hallways.

Time and I run away in opposite directions.

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