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Elegy at 6.6137 N, 3.3553 E
I met my father's eyes for the first time
when she passed
I wanted a language to say goodbye
I never wanted his eyes.
Trans-substantiation
What is this lifeblood if not a river?
I enter my body as exit strategy.
I come from a long line of fathers
without fathers. I’ve said too much.
Migraine with Aura
I must have seemed rude,
mind’s eye collapsing, each
passing friend an insurmountable.
Starting from Paumanok
After the loss of friends, night after night at the bedside of a dying body; after that, when I had stayed safe, meaning aloof, in order not to die, I fled to Queens, where I stayed safe, meaning remote, in order to be nobody’s boyfriend.
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