In the two weeks since i saw you last
Your hair has grown two inches.
Where before the ends lay flat,
Cirro-stratus strands weave a swarthy crown
of feathers: Ducks down.
De espaldas, i didn't know it was you.
I need an eye-test, my head checked.
I make a mental checklist of things
never to forget:
Your lips. And the soft pink bridge
of the nape of your neck.
Foto: Adria Cañameras
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