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Exhibit A

Would it be enough to suggest

the smoke from across the hill

suggests a type of life or a type of living?

I’d like to be stranger than I’ve been.

One bite taken from an apple and left

in the yard for an animal

to scavenge. Could this be a day

or any day? I’d like to think so.

I’d like to think there’s something

to be said for closeness

to death, as if nearly leaving this world

can color our existence in a particular way

or another. I miss you, we might say

to ourselves in those moments,

but those moments lumber ahead

without us where another person

is making copies, sipping the last bit of coffee

for a day going,

a day already half-gone. I miss you,

we might say to each other in those moments,

as if repetition can be a way of

or even a minor attempt at remembering.