Sally Ball

        to be together but not at the same time
        —Fred Moten 

        you’ll touch what my hands have touched
        —Yannis Ritsos 


I should have left
you a gift 

something to stumble on
maybe in anger 

or in a hurry
that stops you 

and undoes
a piece of the harm 

of today.
One of our mussels 

(still tasting like salt),
a sycamore leaf, 

fancy shampoo.
And I meant to bring 

something to sleep in,
of yours, of you.