Satire and Student Features
one of my friends shares your birthdayand it feels like a sign.
begins with a dull ache, memorieslike blurry photographs – phasing in and out.
then, the arrest. i wish you well, languageslipping from my tongue. i can’t find the cake you like here.
how can somebody so present lose their presence?did we simply get used to burning candles?
someone asks me what you were like. i fall backon tangible things: the way you cooked the eggs,
the radio that you would bring around the house.grasping at permanence as if it didn’t amplify absence.
i tell myself it’s been five years.i don’t know why i said that.
one of my friends shares your birthday.we split cake in a café; it feels like the holidays.
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