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Correspondence (nonets)

every night my friend I write to you
between workstop and complete sleep
I make the day into words
people into pictures
hard things into thoughts
I know you’ll read
that helps me
write it
down

every morning you write back to me
you’ve had a night to sleep on things
you’ve had a night to dream in
your bright-eyed day begins
your life unlike mine
our selves unlike
yet we write
and learn
still

all day I carry your morning words
all day snippets come back to me
I answer you in my head
by nighttime when I write
most is forgotten
I am sleepy
it gets late
words go
blur

we toss ideas into the air
they come back to us fast and slow
now we are covered in them
I learn of the not-me
What would Heather do?
there is a world
we stalk it
talk it
full

this is another night now my friend
again the day has gone headlong
I write of dance, edits, groups
you’ll write of paint, dog, run
we talk of people
we talk of selves
see through eyes
not ours
strange
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