8:52

When it dawned on me
that I was in love with you
the clock showed 8:52
and already I was late
for work. Again.
What special relativity
could come up with
this unknown variable
of repressed memory?
Who knows.
Who cares.
We’re all the more wiser
for it.

Felix Maple is a professional geographer living in Paris, France. He was a volunteer paramedic for a while. He is British but has been living in France most of his life, which is confusing to him. He teaches geography at the University of Paris 8 (Vincennes – Saint-Denis) and writes poetry whenever he can. His work has been published in Brevity Poetry Review, Emerge Literary Journal, Eunoia Review, Red River Review, Rose Red Review, Napalm And Novocain and Visceral Uterus. His blog is at http://felix-maple.blogspot.fr.

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