If we follow her we’ll change her story.
Bits of it were already wavering
in the jet-stream: One-one thousand,
two-one thousand
. The thing observed
changes, by being observed —
someone said that. Someone said:
Everything needs attention.
Days like this, fever, the forecast
more glut for the river. I am sorry
no one was kind to her. I tried
but I got tired of interrogating
each word I uttered,
afraid to say the wrong thing.
So often speech is a wayward
transcript. So often the eyes and the tentative
limbs, doing their best
to articulate, fail completely.

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