all these numbers
I have,
all these remembered numbers
. . .
digits that don’t add up to
anything anymore
Time differences
across which you’ve
gone missing
3 hours ahead. . .
3 hours behind. . .
your absence
on your end
I feel between,
This number
to cell
and that number
to land
these numbers
to live
to life
what if,
what if,
there is no see?
(anymore)
Nor connection
to be had
(again)
or heard
(asylum)
with or without
“hashtag 1”
these numbers are
just extraneous now
. . .
Litanies missing meaning
this day in September
and oh!
That day in June. . .
tagged dates
for Asters. .
cut and without water.
and sudden lilies, too
damnably persevering
a dozen I think
at least
(but can’t be sure)
since numbers
bear forgetting
remembered numbers
. . .
that don’t add up
to anyone anymore
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