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Revolving Days

This 3 sentence summary provides the key details from the document: The narrator fell in love which lasted though it was a mistake, remembering the colored shirts they bought hoping to see who they would become as a lover in their new life. While knotting a tie at a mirror, one of the selves the narrator expected steps in, and in the next room the lover was waiting as the narrator chooses changes to surprise them with revolving days passing. The narrator writes this for the lover wherever they are, saying they won't appear from the past to discomfort them and they aren't waiting for a reply from the distance.

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Revolving Days

This 3 sentence summary provides the key details from the document: The narrator fell in love which lasted though it was a mistake, remembering the colored shirts they bought hoping to see who they would become as a lover in their new life. While knotting a tie at a mirror, one of the selves the narrator expected steps in, and in the next room the lover was waiting as the narrator chooses changes to surprise them with revolving days passing. The narrator writes this for the lover wherever they are, saying they won't appear from the past to discomfort them and they aren't waiting for a reply from the distance.

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REVOLVING DAYS

From book: Typewriter music

That year I had nowhere to go, I fell in love — a mistake


of course, but it lasted and has lasted.
The old tug at the heart, the grace unasked for, urgencies
that boom under the pocket of a shirt. What I remember
is the colour of the shirts. I'd bought them
as an experiment in ways of seeing myself, hoping to catch
in a window as I passed what I was to be
in my new life as lover: one mint green, one
pink, the third, called Ivy League, tan
with darker stripes, my first button-down collar.

We never write. But sometimes, knotting my tie at a mirror, one of those selves I had expected steps into the
room. In the next room you
are waiting (we have not yet taken back
the life we promised to pour into each other's mouths forever and for ever) while I choose between changes
to surprise you.

Revolving days. My heart


in my mouth again, I'm writing this for you, wherever
you are, whoever is staring into your blue eyes. It is me, I'm still here. No, don't worry, I won't appear out of
that old time to discomfort you. And no, at this distance, I'm not holding my breath for a reply.

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