You and your dad watched that old movie
about Helen Keller
and all evening you flailed your way
around the house
with your eyes closed
crashing and yelling
pretending to be Helen
when she was also six
and still trapped
in that angry dark world
without words
and every few minutes
you would find one of us
with your hands
and touch our faces
your breathing slowing down
as you rested your fingers
on our eyelids
and our lips
making us all wonder
why we think touch
has no words.
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