Mark
I
need a souvenir; you
say
fine and take an old car tag
straighten
the crimps with a hammer
that
makes blank tones, only beating
the
metal smooth enough to pack
and
carry on, to place under
the
one-of-a-kind whorls of my
skin
of my smooth uncalloused feet
to
find, when unpacking, you were
careful
not to scratch the surface.
This is so delicately realised A! Such tenderness...
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