‘Mistakes’

 

For something to be a mistake,

to dizzily forget the size of a shoe

of a man you’ve mistaken for another

dressed in blacks and greys, like the other

you saw on the day

you passed a ninety degree folded

page the size of half of your palm

containing all of the answers to the girl

that you hate, but it’s too late

because now you just tell the story,

that a mistake may only survive long enough

that we think it is even a mistake at all.

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