susan

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susan

with longer hair she came

toward me last night

feet firm

or the earth

soft i don’t believe she knew why

she visited i don’t

believe she thought the names

off faces

like mine but words

in familiar patter lapped over

:look for things that shine.

loaves of bread. and small

boxes of light:

with that before

waking and following

her i turned straight

into a fox

summer 2008