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Poem by my grandfather in a faint

In a spell of dizziness, I think of your name,
your name as it is, La-ra, La-ra. Both sounds.
I incant your laugh,
hot, full, I incant
you, how you are,
how you are to me.
Take me tight in your young arms.
I want you here with me,
little you, when they ask me
to speak, to prove I’m well,
and I say it, your name, almost lost to time,
both syllables, Lara, La-ra.

Published November 2018 in K'in Literary Journal.

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