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Buttons
I’ve been doing this thing
where I replay micro-facts
over and over in my mind
and obsess about the why—
Why does the octopus need three hearts?
Why are most of the world’s flamingos plastic?
Why is there is no such thing as almost dancing?
It’s four in the morning
and the heater is breathing for the room
and I can’t tell fact
from insomnia-induced existentialism
True or false:
The brain named itself
The tree’s darkest desire
is to be split by lightning
We will all be outlived by our buttons 
Buttons
On Memory