Adam Mish

echoes

echoes   all echoes
and no noise

when I sat on the bed
and couldn’t say a thing
and couldn’t get my arm right
when you walked in and out
but didn’t say a thing
because nothing is wrong
and nothing is wrong
and nothing is wrong
and nothing is wrong
and besides   nothing
   and you giggled
looking off
I said
what is it?
you said
nothing

all poems

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