“friends”
I don’t even know them when I see their names
I have no recollection of ever having met them
I examine each face, hoping to trigger a memory
I think that maybe if I could see them from another
angle, I’d know who they are
I worry sometimes that the people I really do know
don’t need me in their lives
I wonder whether all these other people, floating
on the edge of my awareness, are slowly
taking the place of touches and laughter
I go through the lists, trimming here and there
I feel somewhat more satisfied when this is finished
I do all of this in a room with one table and two chairs
I can hear the neighbors laughing downstairs
I stop to listen, close my eyes, join them
5 November 2013
Oak Street
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