where
you come from your absence argues
its existence its distance
argues yours
as far as you can remember
father and farther
a foreign accent that can’t be placed
native/derivative
migrant
now you live in Parentheses
in Shadows of Words
in Country Made of Lines and Dots
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all the time he was there he kept a journal
sentence began was crossed out began again
same sentence for pages
what was it trying to say
a matter of forgetting what one never knew
circular argument
city squared
road blocks a head
as for processing new information while tourists and TV
don’t read what you believe in the papers
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alphabet arranged/arraigned
once you learn how to write you’ll learn you can read
in a crowded street a stranger mistakes you
for someone else the longer he stares
the stranger you become
lost but not found
forgotten but not remembered
yes you belong but it won’t be long
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