Memories in tributaries
make him up –codes in cartoon face –
the wayward glance
made flesh –
enmeshed and mapped
and stacked illiberally close –
as if identity
depended on them,
which it does:
the buzz
of a bewilderment –
the bits of past –
amass into a tale –
a story he can tell himself –
a trail.
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