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ten september 2009
three p.m.
i write to her and tell her i miss you. tell her i hope you are alive, hopping trains somewhere.
and an hour later i find you. and i find the picture of you in a boxcar in oregon. your long eyelashes. your sailboat and messenger bird. the way you won't remember.