I read each word
that you wrote with
your hand on the
lined paper.
Purchased for you
for a birthday or
Christmas or on a
day
when we were supposed
to be.
Each curve of each
word heavy,
bends an arc around
a kind of truth
that will not yield
and will not corner
sharp and make itself
blend
(invisibly)
with out leaving
a stain.
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