The Lender - Chris Cohen

Too late today’s September

Spilled out to make the lender

Was never paid back in fall

That year just went by

Doll hairs for a doll house

At them Alexander’s saved

Surnames of close survivors

It seems so calm today however

What if what lies in wait wherever

I am, you were, only new

Only new

Only new

You’re always somewhere

You

Is that you

Is that you

Or is it someone else