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Letters for Others: JAC

Dear JC:

 

Magnolia’s bud still sewn up, I got out of the house, though it was warm and insistent (the objects do miss us when neglected). Flying snow hauls its wish to a grave on the grass, from one to accumulation.

 

Destinations heap like Saturdays. Rotterdam whitens my eyes in panels. Cloud-bright skyscrapers, a seagull’s rowdy arc.

 

So thorough—plate of green water, taupe land—this braided-in burn to carry another’s body in mine and hear the fit of their thought hit my flesh.

 

It’s not clear how we walk: what into, what from. You, stranded from a mother, mothering. Light bobbing in the river and mossy docks welcome ancestors. Sleep so peopled, we hang from it.

 

Earlier, roar of memory hurt like Lucy: little girl in cherry tights abandoned to her wordless abandon. Maybe deserted. 


The complex container of a gnat reduced to a streak on my page.

 

Not alone in this, I call to you like an eye answers morning.

 

Not stakes but stalks, I pass through earth, swimming. 

Posted 07/07/15
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