leonard cohen
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Cohen
when Leonard Cohen died
i tried to write about it
& couldn’t,
couldn’t feel it.
II
trump’s elected the next day,
so there’s poetry in his leaving.
2
a fly landed on the shadow of his hand
on the page. i thought it was a sign
but nothing came of it, technically because
this is no poem, to pin him
down to,
remember him for. it’s trash
to say
we’re done for
& nothing cares. the hum
stopped ages ago
but i was truly listening,
thinking: the night to me is so lovely
& there’s nothing i can say to prove it.
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