Equivalent but Elsewhere

I pick it up, your name
written in tea leaves
(but who am I kidding?
I always use teabags).

Your fingerprints
across my neck, how
the raindrops raced
down the car window

when I was a child
and so were you,
someplace equivalent
but elsewhere.


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