Poem by JD Melling

truth table analysis

to query “undying”–
                                 i cannot.
coy, yes
but it is early days / yet–
if i imagine you, diminished
& transitory; not
 where the fog of our flesh
 close-pressed together
 recapitulates the glass
 coxal sharp & breathless
 on terminal concourse
 where halogen flashes its threats

then, perhaps (as much as
regret structures desire, &
in fact how
desire is future regret)
can i say with utter uncertainty
– mumbling, &
                         beatless into the glottal air –

“yes”— resolutely, “yes”.

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