it wasn't a dream I had twice but in them I kept a diary with no dates or spaces just different handwriting depending on how far from sleep I was and
this was supposed to be a letter to my daughter and
it is not fair that this can't be
only
that letter
but I want to talk about spacing and the hourlong years of daughters
but maybe I don't remember how to talk about memory
or maybe my daughter Mary Ann is made of distance
a current
five day old
distance
that doesn't yet know
that in five
days
she leaves for Ireland
University College Dublin
and will be gone
for a year...
it has only ever been an hour and love lives in a worried second
Dear Mary Ann,
You have helped me sleep
and
I lied about the spaces.
kingsoftrain 
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