Rhythm for Gina

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

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