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August 26, 2022 / barton smock

08262022 to daughter

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.

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