to friends

I should have recorded
all the wrinkles
beside your eyes  — mouths

in a diary or on a sail

behind a wrinkle is a spark

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to grandmother

you left and I arrived

the presence
is different

requires nothing
but existence

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to daughter

I am me and you are you
you tell me, occasionally

and also
just me and you

or

us two

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