Fossil
D Dónall Dempsey
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A coil of
curly hair
trapped in the soap
it’s redness
startling against the white
I excavate it
careful not to disturb it
leave it
a bed of soap
to lie upon
frame it
(nothing else)
just this in a glass box
label it:
“You at 2 am.! ”
The past of all
two minutes ago”
I foolishly loving
this fossil
of you.
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