Here’s Russell Nichols, a freelance writer and poet who used to pound a city beat at the Boston Globe:
with a kiss, i interviewed your soul your smile was an inverted pyramid telling me the good news before a single word was uttered you didn’t miss a beat and i kept coming back for another scoop scattered articles of clothing gave away the story you liked me because my methods were old-fashioned i was networking with your mind, body and spirit making contacts with your eyes but i was unethical i quoted your dreams without citing you as my source of inspiration i have plagiarized your body language and paraphrased our destiny in my own words i have read your lips without reading the byline and did not notice my name on the tip of your tongue i now broadcast shadows in the light of a public relation-ship and you anchored your hopes in the depths of my fears i have buried the lede beneath the beckoning of your breaths i have forgotten you
© Russell Nichols
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