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OPS Past Perfect
O

by Maria Barnas

So when I
so how I
how I
when I
so
how when I
try
to say
to speak
mutter
form
the outlines
of my
utter
utterance
the words
are like clouds
in my mouths
pale moths
paper dust wings
crumbles
of crayon
broken point
make a point
points
of a pencil
broken
chewed on
chewing
pencils
that draw a perfect O
a planet
the planet O
gets in the way
of finding
the words
solemnly
tucked away
in a place
I can not
quite reach
or will I
now
how
when I