for birthdays, you’d type out fragments “everything here is the path of a responding” (M.Heidegger)
that time in Saskatchewan: where? Kinistino (Carrot River Valley) or
Grenfell, at the junction of–
you, on the ice rink. Wrong clothes: second-hand brown cloth jacket
you, learning how to skate, proceed with care, and hold on to the boards.
Dear Betty, you are gone now. I miss your letters.
Night and the little chapbooks. I stitch paper and make mistakes.