i can’t see anymore
i missed every Memphis angel
because of the because clauses—
one night sleeping with two cats
Big and Little
and i am serious about these names
i had a vision reading a John Irving book
i did not want to read never presumed i would read
more than a few pages
there were hallway lights and people’s voices
shivering through a downstairs window
i could not put the book down either
even though i literally wanted to put it down
sometimes—i hate that word—i went to a meeting
nearby and i was accidentally or coincidentally on this street
so much i began to think maybe i belong here
i kissed the back of someone’s hand
i kissed the hand when it turned back to me
i made sure no page was facing me when i read
and that no one would see what i saw or feel what i felt
i am on a drive where a mirror has collapsed
i want to ask someone else without sight
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