a poem for pulse by Jameson Fitzpatrick

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a poem for pulse by Jameson Fitzpatrick
Opposite him at this table again and through the windows the city glittering, surreal as a scale model,
the city in miniature — only it moves in a real way, because it is real. One of the windows is open, some construction down on the street
drones like a distant vacuum. It’s warm for January. Still, his apartment has that dreamlike quality
of feeling like home though I know it’s not. Not mine anymore — but how many people get to visit the past without hurting anything?
To come back and drink the same coffee from the same never-quite-clean cup?
"Morning Scene", Jameson Fitzpatrick
see / spite is so much easier than love, heavy but I can hold it.
Jameson Fitzpatrick, from “Resignation”
by Jameson Fitzpatrick
JAMESON FITZPATRICK
I found it was better,
if I could not be no one,
to be someone. Small, but
particular. Specified, which was
an apprenticeship for special.
Cold, another word for cool.
Jameson Fitzpatrick, from Scintilla, Star, 2018
Jameson Fitzpatrick, Tenderness
When you go, take my longing with you. I have no use for it now.
Jameson Fitzpatrick, from “From a Friend,” published in The Believer