computer hums close of day quiet
after another round of beers
two mornings mimosa
flashback memories across continent
stayed home instead of heading to farm
dug ramps and talked with neighbor father
sons drift toward sleep
in the hours following marriage
thinking of black eyes
broken noses
handshakes to dislocate sketchy knuckles
in the dark
to face the part
about how much memory
will never find a word
and how much saying anything
can hold open
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