~ for Emilie & Michael
The wrecks and the lives
never wrecked if not
for love a body blossoms
into it and is strangest
in this duration which
is it that moves every
one the balloon floating
in the train car today
reflects this flabby ho-
liday distorting and
wrinkled where a pattern
spells "xo" "xo" "xo"
somehow there was still
a locus for loving you
other things ineffable
done if only in time this
breath's shipwreck that
mourning may be our
joy afterall a friend wrote
to me writing *myself*
back into being that
'hollow ego' [Oppen] tears
shatter the numinous
no one has yet to kiss.
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