I can’t tell you
You in the grocery store
in the file folders.
It’s not supposed to
be there, get it?
Another time you
were rolling down a hill
like a blueberry
me, a bear who will
this time of year
just you. Then
you are not you but
the plum of a pebble
that I skipped
into the lake
and found somehow
night after night.
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