Two Poems


Today the wind made a little movement
as if it were trying to reassemble.
I looked up from my affidavit. I had been
a witness to a dream in which my father
had never been alive. Sometimes
my life feels taped, and quiet evenings
I listen back. I hear the humming of the car

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