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after Mark Bibbins
Rays burrowing in sand
like hearing someone typing
an endless suicide note
in a room at the end
of a carpeted hall, we go on
believing that nothing
can touch us here,
though loss is like
wearing a blouse made
of a thousand needles,
remembering the weight
of the phone in your hand
when the call came in,
the body a snowshoe hare
curled like a closed hand.
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