The love story I’m going to tell you is short—
Surprisingly short, given the sprawl of time:
Each gauge corresponds with something on the ship we need.
And when we hit impracticalities we say
We’re all in the same boat.
I don’t want to dicker over class. I know who I am.
Everywhere I ever lived I hid five dollars in a paper
Football by the largest tree nearest the front door. Look
For a measure of pink yarn. You’ll get by.
You’ll never find me.
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