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Know that it feels as cruel as it sounds,

that I forget everything except the one thing

I cannot. That I am sorry that I love

what I am sorry for.

 I said we build buildings to house pieces of our past and they laughed clinked their glasses.

I wish I felt it in me to wish you well.

When goodwill tells me to be tender,

I have a trick: what I’m incapable of feeling,

I imagine as a place—

this throbbing in my brain

is now the sound of your rowing toward

what I pray is, if not home, then mercy.