Touch: once
you’ve swiped
the device
of texts
and pics
you kept
of her,
you linger
in a finger
of museum light,
not to reflect on
the life
she takes
with your own hand,
not
to preserve but
bear
the strangers’
share of brief
transcendence,
that touch is
not always
touch.
– ph 29/12/16 – Guelph
