we call it a birthday
but it calls itself life
our glance, our touch, mean nothing to it
for it's no different than falling on anything else
a day, a leg, a friend, a sidewalk
it's fine without a name
it exists in this world
making me go blah blah blah
my dress fall to my feet
light and sounding of the morning
October 29, his birth day.
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