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there are really good alternatives

to the numbing things, there are

ways of reappearing not disappearing

ride a bicycle to main street with a sunflower

tucked in the basket, and buy the ingredients

to make a strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch

the very same way your great grandmother

did for all seven of them before it was time

to wash the diapers while humming a tune;

or call up an old friend whose phone used

to connect to you across lines and poles

into the deep recesses of night while you

two spoke dreams and secrets aware of the moon

and this time ask to meet them by the river

so that you can give them a mix you made

and so y'all can catch up over glazed croissants

and you can take a half-blurry photo

of the two of you laughing while recalling

old lovers but the picture will take on meaning

or you can sit at that old piano for the first

time in who knows how long and trace out

whatever shapes need to be made in order

to sound the complications of what little

shadows of understanding are left tucked

inside the cracks and corners of people's

busy hammerings of wind-up motion about

and sing a song so blue for each and every doubt