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J e a n i e  T o m a s k o

Someone Said

Don’t make me climb anything:

sturdy ladder, ivy wall, elevator to the 53rd.

It’s not the shoes, but

something else. I’ll tell you about it later,

after the sun goes down.

After the sun leaves you and me

and the graveyard with nothing to hold on to,

not even light.

Come: whisper secret nonsense.

Soft place of an animal’s ears.

Scraps of satin cloth or a newborn’s tears,

saved in a violet vial. 

Someone said that someone said

the sadness will go on forever.

Someone said dream of flying.

And someone said it’s not that I’m afraid of heights,

it’s that I’m afraid I’ll jump.