Say to me you’ve forgotten
that no one
is love, no stream
is equal to another
stream except for
their white weight,
their shadows dropped
from the bridge of your
memory—Michael Burkard, third strophe to “For Him” in Fictions from the Self (W. W. Norton & Co., 1988)
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