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AND THE PLACE
WAS by Michael J Pagan

            I do wish it had been
                        a different
                        time,
            she said

A dim hiding behind
                        a wall, where Hollow
arranges its luggage and
furniture
            building blocks

        A quick—but fancying—
                                                        breeze, she said
            Dead leaves fell—they
            couldn’t breathe:
                                      Why so lofty
                                      to behave like a human
                                      being?

Up—trying again,
                              up,
her Indian’s chin: It’s your history I’m keeping
                                             in the afternoon
                                             of my head

He’s in occupied territory
               now,
               but,

            please believe that I am
                           falling
                                       apart successfully

                                                            I then shrug


Michael J Pagan is a recent graduate of Florida Atlantic University's Creative Writing MFA program. His work has appeared in Bridle Path Press, The Rumpus, The Northville Review, DIAGRAM, and is forthcoming in the Eunoia Review, and Prompt Literary Magazine.