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seven poems
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BriefAssociation
The new phone directories have already arrived.
Impossible to find your number.
It seems your family has moved to another city.
without your memory ruining it.
I knew you at a time that was anything but innocent
with wild lurches of tenderness. Lost already,
you rescued my adolescence
and possibly my life. You looked like an Indian
scenting out furrows and liquid moods.
It’s well-known that magnets travel swiftly
attracted by bays of blood in circulation.
On your lap, your hair covered my head
and your hand breathed over my desire
in a solemn act of shamanism.
Ever since lying to us, you died without letters
with an erect needle, vertical to the vein.
I recall us, first love, we drifted
in the sea, the starry sky a trawler, magnets
that sailed waves, the poles of our affection.