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