Two Years

Photo by Mahdi Dastmard on Unsplash

Years old, but I hardly know you,
living twenty before me
and thirty-odd since.

For eighteen we orbited the same
room, but you have to take back a third
of that for sleep. Out of twelve, reclaim

four more for school; hack off six for
work and friends. That leaves just two years
spread over nine times the procession.

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Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com