poem in which I hid a thought

but forgot
the adjectives
that should have made you love
me again

why oblique
one two
oh four
that is my name

and you oblique
my slave
are not defeated
by ambiguity or time

passing by
the old church clock
hands in jeans
on the way to the market

Jude Cowan Montague

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