JENNIFER CAMP

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I Don’t Call You

i don’t call you

on your birthday

or even text—

no card, no cake,

no stretching out

across the great divide

of years and time and space

as if i could shorten it,

as if i could pull it

like a loose

thread on a sweater

and watch it

unravel:

stitches wandering

every which

way to get to

his heart.