Count

A Poem

Lisa Alletson
Scribe

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Photo by Paul Shore on Unsplash

I count you
Count your memories
offered to me like wild berries

I separate your words
of love and hope
into abacus pearls

I count each pain
to learn
how to take it away

I undress you
count your sighs
drink them like dew

I am your locus
I count you again

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