Sister put her hand
on grandmother's chest,
whispered
did they stuff her bra

the flesh-colored donor sticker on
her driver's license
(she's smiling in the photo)

sister remembered it first

 

 

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Given enough time alone you can follow
the exploded universe backwards,
to when all fingertips, all molecules of
sky in Spring were in a space
the size of a bedroom, a ribcage

 

 

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An object moving quickly enough
overtakes the causal horizon,
from which its traces return
disordered, confounding Newton,
unfathomable except through
abstraction.

I can only hope my first gestures
given to you wildly
cross the same boundary,
with their disorder reversed
return in traces unconfounded,
unfathomable except through

the heart: there are no voids:
only old light, old heat
retracing where matter
was

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