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


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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