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When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?
I asked him to sing for me.
Like really sing.
Its strings
strung.
Deft pickings
of each turn at the elbow
swaying into it. I fell.
I fell up
around the curve
of every word
he made at all.
We were
two mirrored ducks moving
slowly to nothing.
Island, history in mind.
Island still in sound.