"You can remember someone many times but you can forget them only once." --Tan Lin
My darkness running out.
Loving the two. Like land. Like torn
knickers. Like lintels.
Where are the waves.
The invisible hand pushing
and falling down the stairs
in the dark. The park
I could never find. A totem
for the present. Less represented
on the map than you. Disbelieving
the offer of help. Our souls
torn out of us. The pretension
of family that is not family
at all.
Trying to find what I've missed
but not finding anything. Unable
to remember what I've forgotten.
The bottom step.
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