She is the dot
too much
& yet never enough
this is not an abstractionthis is a pinpoint feeling of stop
in the spiraling top
of our galaxy
she is the dot
you’ve met her on your own timeline
she
can flow, & follow & flee
we don’t remember years or days
slow moments are those
that clear the haze
in your thin dash
between first & last
it is the dot
that pushes & pulls
us past
she
is over & over
& never again
she is him & me & them
everyone everywhere
who is aware
so many I don’t yet know
she
can flee, & follow & flow
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