How We Forget

The cold until

It’s too cough

The faces

Not the names

Too late

Ishmael

he lives alone

with his wife

and children

laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing is crying is laughing

The Perfect Poem

Ishmael Gomes

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