How do people remember names?
Tell each other apart in this crowd?
Do they have a mess of photographs
That they keep in their wallets?
Do they have to run into the nearest
Church and beg for help at the alter?
Does the priest lay a hand on their
Shoulders, my child, and ask for a list of sins?
Are people all the same anyway?
Objects in a unified field, or luminous
Asterisms in a child’s sick dream?
Can you sneak out the back when no one’s looking?
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