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.