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And Now I Can't Find You
- Desirée Chouinard
- Dec 11, 2017
- 1 min read
Your neon puck flew off
the tennis court floor
of your uncle’s mansion.
John Deer’s Gator sat still in the circular gravel driveway.
Your rap music flowed
nowhere near your room.
I found the blue rimmed stick
cracked and left to die.
For months I waited.
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