It is 9:39 pm and three minutes
after the last time
I looked at the clock on the VCR.
I memorize minutes.
The eight Path takes between Hoboken and the Prince St. station.
The twenty it takes me to walk a comfortable mile.
The single tic it takes for my eyes to spill
my saddest memories.
The six it took me to write this all down
and call it a poem to you.
[2002]
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