in the end, memories

they don’t tell you that

between holding it all

between holding it all
in and not knowing
how you have held it
all in is the color
of regret, the
shape of
forgetfulness,
as natural
and unnatural
as time
.
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there are traditions

there are traditions
that have no
names, actions we
take to bind each
other, practice to
turn routine. we
are careful lest
knots come undone
.
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even between you

two slices into

if we are lucky,

if we are lucky,
life strips us of life
quickly or
very slowly –
the pain lingers
like a lost
formula, waiting
for someone to
come along
and solve it
.
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