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Just pretend my writing is like somebody else’s

What things are important to you?

I am deeply concerned about your opinion of me.

To you I want to appear pleasant

& then invisible.

I want to be an interesting story

none of you really remembers.

Just a kind of nervous thing you have, really.

& then nothing.

Nothing.

Almost an eternity of nothing.

& then a terrible cataclysm.

Second Poem For Theodore

Matthew Rohrer

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