Sister put her hand

on grandmother's chest,

whispered

did they stuff her bra

the flesh-colored donor sticker on

her driver's license

(she's smiling in the photo)

sister remembered it first

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Given enough time alone you can follow

the exploded universe backwards,

to when all fingertips, all molecules of

sky in Spring were in a space

the size of a bedroom, a ribcage

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An object moving quickly enough

overtakes the causal horizon,

from which its traces return

disordered, confounding Newton,

unfathomable except through

abstraction.

I can only hope my first gestures

given to you wildly

cross the same boundary,

with their disorder reversed

return in traces unconfounded,

unfathomable except through

the heart: there are no voids:

only old light, old heat

retracing where matter

was