second floor arts west hiding from the sun / crawling into my computer try to get some thinking done. someone plays the piano by the lift on the first landing. a tune twinged with saudade / spun from a film about choosing to lose art or love. we hummed the melody / an air we knew without knowing and danced in the kitchen at the end of our little life, twirling each other from different ends of the earth / swimming seamlessly in song. I think of you and every other ghost I've loved. questions laugh at any misplaced sense of certainty. I close my ears and watch the people living on my phone.
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