By Beth Secor
I don’t pretend to know anything that was you
search the page this word that break a clue
for me that is all
of you
I don’t pretend to know anything that was you
in the halls what remains wraith view
I don’t pretend to know anything that was you
I pound my head my fist as my heart
imagine
You pound your head your fist beats your heart
Drum those moments these hours all the days
I don’t pretend to know anything that was you
We pound our heads our fists out our lives
I don’t pretend to know anything that was you
heart beats in time with
Clamor 