To pull this off I have sealed
so many memories in duct tape,
retrospect — a thoughtless pit
of ponder. But Kasia I’ve forgotten —
the couches, your pipe,
our identical, broken
someday.
The parties glaze so easily
into others, scraping tile walls
of strangers — yet Kasia? Yours is
a name I lie down unsaid.
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