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A Number Of Traces

(January 16, 2023)

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There you are again,

Slouched

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In the comfort of your guilt

And severance

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What you had maintained for so long,

You still carry with you

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Your mother’s tongue

 

​Ritual sorrows

Sonnets of centuries

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The rare sweetness that escapes

From smashed apple seeds 

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And there you are, still,

Shifting

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Your sitting position, and feigning

Comfort

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What you can no longer summon

With ease

You somehow still carry with you

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Your father’s intensity

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Amplified elegies

Assemblies for the exiled​

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Familiarity in your ears

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These sad chantings you attended

For so long 

 

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And again there you are,​

Sitting up

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Stiff in the back, waiting to leave

Once again

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Like so many before,​

Times of profound atonement

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Evenings of solace

You are still coming back to

 

It’s been so long, you

Constantly leaving

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A thin string

Always kept with you

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Your brother's shoulders, straight

And relentless

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Among the processions of men​

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Your sister’s collected

And rare seasoned

Tacit insinuations​

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Among the huddlings of women

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Gatherings for the absent​​

Seeds of so long

Smashed between molars

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Sweetness or solace

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Kept with you​​​

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