string fourteen

my name
goes behind
your name

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see     this string’s
an umbilicus
between names

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here      a conch we found
swimming to a sandbar
one evening,         1971

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the rosy blush
to its helix
never fades

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the words
change their shapes
now

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in your mouth
“blue”
is difficult

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mouth     moss
other     mother
nature

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I find you
you find me
the conch

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when I sleep,   you sleep
under a sandbar
swimming away