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A Poem By Adam Boles

Aubade While Falling

           From here, the smallest increment above the sheet, I plummet. We know the law: we are all repulsive. Nothing touches anything else.            A café and some version of you, impatient, dressed in furs, but this alleyway circuit board. I never know who’s chasing me.            Define close as nearby though not imminent: you are close, but not here. The warm vacuum between us, not your skin, but the sensation of force. I am a magnet. I am a pole.            In this mountain village, gravity is a lie we tell to feel connected. I know what’s coming. Pigeons scatter. Nothing solid in the stairwell. From this height, I watch [...]