I send you a thank you card
in the mail just to remind
you I exist.

you could tell
I was very longing.
you had told me that was merely
absence doing that to me,
we were sustained.
I agreed but
I was cutting all my hair
off and I needed
diversion from
picking the skin off
my lips: something
  I began to
recite all the things
I was grateful for daily.



it always starts the same way.
something I can eat,
my cat and then I see where my head
is at:

*the tiny aberrations that make up
my brain. 


“the tiny aberrations ”

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