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The day not redolent
of anything in particular
but more generally
it folds into itself
a little bag that hides
a larger bag inside
The day promises only
to give us this more
What I am doing
right now I will do
in perpetuity
a nation I cannot leave
with no such thing as a passport
the wrongness of my papers
same letters       different order

Award-winning poet of 'The Trees The Trees'. Author of 'The Crying Book'. Published in The New Yorker, Poetry, & more. Former fellow at Emory.