May 10

If you find yourself lost
in the eyes of a stranger
who is lost in thought
something in you is lost.

Call it the distance
between here and joy
the distance between
outcome and choice.

I’ve led lives lost, myself,
in a curve or a hip, gloss
on a bottom lip. I was lost
in my missings. I don’t miss it.

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