Children, fresh as new candles
I am not making a fool of myself
I heard a man shout "Jimmy!" across the street
District & Circle
Escalators, ascending, descending
Corpus Christi
I first learned to swim in my father's study
Long fat summer
You saved me, you ought to remember me
I come from my childhood
At the lake's edge a young man whoops and throws his hat in the water
In the schoolyards, in the cloakrooms, children
The landscape flowed away
He knocked downy soot through the bars of the grate
A wooden turtle
My daughter and me, a manatee
His khaki tie was perfectly knotted
Spring has been postponed
In Kosbad, during the monsoons
In my dreams I have two legs, two arms, you love me
My granny read my future, then left the room in tears
Cheese
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