Just like that

In fact every iteration
contains something new,
even if only repetition,
even if only
space.

The space alters Sam as much as any words
we burden three letters with—Sam.

Losing track of the purpose,
one must return again
and again for reference.

So return,
come back,
and Sam--
just like that--
lives.
There is not a way that Sam
is supposed to live,
but Sam only knows this
when Sam forgets.

Sam Says, Sam by S. Tourjee, published 2018 by Spuyten Duyvil, NYC