Bryan Narendorf

Now That You’re Here, This Is

no longer an apartment,
one longline hook on a
spool of rooms, more apart-

ness even than -ment. Truly,
my love, we have been part-
ed over long, spent too much

time on the phone, a part
of that long web of missing,
traveling from your apartment

to mine, or vice versa,
perfecting our apar-
tist art. Now you’re here, deplaned,

long delay-frazzled (a
part too often of these flights).
We’ve been six weeks apart,

weeks I’ve not called this place home.
Now call this apartment
abode, bower. Come to bed.

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