A HARD KNOT
of no
lives
inside me.
It claimed
this space
before yes
arrived.
Its flag
is black.
It has not
recognized
surrender.
It only weeps
for strangers
it has no chance
of ever knowing.
It stays,
like these letters,
between heartbeats
and consequence.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016
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