ReAcquaintance

She asked me how I was and while I typed a rehearsal
my fingers in response
agitated back into my heart and I knew that I was
burying an old feeling. I’d swam above it for so long
the primitive brain held it like new technology.
Did anyone ever die of activation?
There it loomed again
like under-lighting on a happy face, wherein it still
reveals some shadows in the smile that
hide in daylight.

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