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Flatpack

from The Grand Spontanean by Telethon

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Something about the way Violet flips her hair
While she’s paging through some fabric swatches
I’m slumping in a Poang chair
Does she sense malaise
See it wash over my eyes
We struggle cramming curtain rods in the trunk of her Passat outside

And it’s cold. I watch her go.
Everything’s on hold.
East Palo Alto Ikea rooftop parking space is simply not the place.

She’s talking up a trip to Bristol, Connecticut
For an interview. LinkedIn connections.
Two days after the world stops spinning.
I’m gnawing on a fingernail.
She asks me what’s gone wrong.
Startled, say I’m leery of the way things seem to move along

Without your say so
Everything unfolds
Tomorrow’s never guaranteed
But a week from now’s concrete?
I guess i’m a little in my own head
Might need some time alone
And Like that, I let her go
The simplicity astounded even me

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from The Grand Spontanean, released September 29, 2017

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