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Letter to Lois
I’ve experienced falling
but never in such a tumble
twirling like a tin can
I wanted to tell you
without the safety
of a cloak’s heightened perspective
how much I love
your human fragility
the joy in a wind chime
to feel the scissor depth of an ending
the gothic pages of ink
newsprint wrapping a bouquet
the short speech of balloons
a stagey mess of comic action figurines
tell Jimmy my favourite one
is still you and me in mufti
holding out our Press cards
the ill-fitting fake lenses
my gin to your tonic
and I’m now way past
the speed of time’s sight
where our shape has no dimension
holding on to this cobalt krypto rock
because I don’t want the super power
of living without you forever.