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a gift shop in chinatown

A high powered radio transmitter and all the information in the world. I still couldn’t reach you. I wanted a monument that was invisible to everyone but us. Like a still body of water and the sound of the city at dusk. Or a reflection.

Later I was in a gift shop in chinatown trying to think of something significant to buy. There were charms for health and prosperity, but nothing to slow down time. And definitely nothing to stop it.

what happened next

i’d written
ten thousand poems
to an imaginary city

a world of words
against impossible

where silence soared
like high rise buildings
tunneling towards the sun.

we landed
in the capital
at dawn

your fingers
squeezed to your

and the sound
of distant

all the simple
parts of our lives

and at that moment
i gave up on
ever remembering
what happened next…