your eyes have their silence

Simple things:

a half-full coffee cup, two used records

And then you.

A short list of things I have lost:

misplaced

or failed to meet

in the hegemonic linearity of time.

It’s alright if the coffee is cold. It’s alright

if the record skips.

It’s not reversibility I’m looking for:

only presence.

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