how many lives can you touch in a year?
you find out on your birthday
weighing letters against gifts against ecards
you hold the answer in some recess of your heart
guard it like a flickering flame
against questions of whether it is about their
birthdays last year or to come
or if it's about the careless kismet
connection of two identities drawn across
every dimension, onto this
plane of date and time and the mutual
awe and gratitude at this
you wish on the latter
blow out the candle.