Stitches
This too is your gift your hurt
the indignation of the brain, cut into
and repaired, leaving
its long ditch beneath the hair where
I see you fingering memory today and today
until a movie hurts
impossible to resuscitate that fearless love of once
we are both so
shopworn
like floor models let’s take it without the box we said
that waxy unredeemable thick coat just take it as is
a little old, like moss and salt in the shuttles
behind the reeds
in that land where they tossed so many parts.
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