I just want to know how
you are doing—
how time, a distant relative,
has sketched your face
in lines and circles,
how you see the world
when your eyes are shut
and you are sleeping,
consciousness only memory,
or how you fill space
with your body, moving
past wholes and halves
of steps towards me,
this moment
a justified belief.
-Kohleun Adamson, a friend of mine from Oxford.
She presented this piece at the Christianity and Literature Conference this last month.
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