never took a photo of you both
too submerged to let your
images
go roam on facebook hang
about in people’s phones our
time exists where only
those who
know will know about it all
the place where nicknames form
up cryptic crosswords a string map
strung through doors and time
an ocean swum with sleepless maws
you wake me in my dreams still
The beautiful Box Brownie of the mind.
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