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from Mancala

In my system, I have a daughter.
           Together, she and the swimming pool are my only points of
            When I bend down to look, my face is covered in small interruptions.
            Her brown eyes are an unexamined signal, and my ears stretch out from and across
my head and warp.
            I swing towards and away from her like Scott Joplin. 
            Remember: she is an image superimposed on a
            Superimposed on an image.
            I walk across a smoky room towards the piano—some call it smoothly. 
            As I touch it I add it to my database.webb_2.html