Any number of
killings, rapes, anonymous
moments of violence; any number
of shared meals and acts of love;
any art, any tossed off phrase
laid upon the wind and let fly;
any chord progression
played once
perfectly:
someone, quickly —
make a book. Make
a movie, a recording, a photograph
of the occasion —
we’ve got to resist
the history books
others write if we are ever to believe
that we existed at all.
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