93. Of a year not given
Like Jesus said: “Stand back.”
But why wouldn’t he let her touch him, really?
Because he’d been dead? Because he was leaving?
Because, at last, he was another kind of being?
Was it for her sake or his own?
I had a life. There is someone I think of,
drawing with my hair on the shower wall.
He was speaking in a quieter world
and people came to listen, people walking.
"But this photo is proof he was with you."
All pictures are incomplete.
How we remembered who was who.
1. What it means to be a stranger
This is a map of where we are.
The silhouetted shapes of people
and animals. There’s a little bit of color.
I saw him for a minute.
He touched the edge
of the life we knew. Color
and the lack of color.
He put the wound out there, in the granite.
For some reason, I locked the door.
—It was dark?
—It was night.
It’s hard to resist the urge
to keep a fire going.
Even when you’re not cold anymore.
Even when you’re burning
up what you might need later.
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