haploid

the wish, in love or war, for the unfinished
sentence, clear even before a decryption.
the diamond, cut, forever a fragment,
eloquent beyond its studied rough,
hopes to prolong the mutual hush
ending the sentence “I do” with “don’t
say a thing.” shortly thereafter, children
need only hear their names, growled, to get it.

Daniel Zimmerman

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