is it a place?
that one can imagine?
no. possibly, at least 
not me.
globes and fingers
predict futures 
and funnies.
lips, cripes, 
elephant pipes
and a happily
sidewalk.
moving fast
and 
rapidly, hold
-ing.
i held a preface
for you.
and wait.
on the telephone,
i was put on hold.
told to wait.
i'm endlessly
twirling my hair
and instead
not doing.
i'm trying
to remember. 
 
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