decade
Marvelling at the strongman
in a hail of sparks. Dreamlike,
these undergrounds make
the past work in your favour.
Here at the point of loss,
a kitchen table and the way
our faces flood with a fridge
lights silence. (Was that ten
years?) A collection of pictures
I do not have. Each one
an invitation while our parents
were away
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