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Michael Wasson-II

 詩織  [Shiori]



For three years

I practiced your name


in my notebook

in black ink.


Your mother’s birthday

is in a week.


Will you two begin

to forget me?


In this life

you right now


ghost daughter

ghost love-of-my-life.


A boy from the rez

writing this poem


hoping for an end

to his suffering


for your shadow

your small breath


bright nothing

leaping skyward.