my voice, through tape mechanical
afloat
in the space
you're calling home-
i've never been.
my body, caging quivers
just below my throat,
buttoned to the cold
of Fulton St.
measured words in
careful tones,
sincerity,
erasing silence
stretched across
the years we've put between us.
i was called a man today
and thought of you,
who lets the line lay silent still
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