September 18, 2008
my iPod Shuffle
has the same one hundred songs on it
that I imported over six months ago
they were the suffocated songs
in my aqua green clip on device
when air was still in my father's lungs
holding onto them feels like
a moment in time caught in a jar
as if I could capture one of his last exhales
listening to it today
allows me to live
in the past and the present
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