I was thinking of something today
for a poem
but I don't remember what
perhaps
it was the crack between worlds
or that
we no longer worship ancestors
or the anthem
that the trees sing to the wind
or it might have been
the sweet blackness
that you appeared out of to love me
the same blackness
that eats my eyes and my memory
or anger maybe
at a certain lack of resonance in my poems,
a certain distance
from things.
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