Together, at last we drift...

This is powerful although it took me a couple reads to fully digest it.

Something in the way you write seems vague but tells the story of a memory in vivid detail and colour, especially the last six lines not including the sentence in French. On second thought, after clarifying what the words of French meant - I'll include that line. I particularly love the part where you use the "laughed as children often do
moments after it is too late to take it back." It's been a while since I've heard reference to the moments when people laugh only to realize it's the wrong thing to do & that was a sure way to end it defiantly. "I will always remember" - Was a nice touch as some things just sound better in French.

It seems with the lack of critiques that not everyone can accept your poetry, as in my opinion it has a fresh, under used feel to it. Keep it up.

In anthropology, it's called a kerf--
the outline of a cut
across bone before incision; a lie

whose only cover is a disarticulated joint,
ball-and-socket split, cracked ribs.

I'm so lost already, but I think especially somewhere around the italicized part.

Without receipts,
there is no way to breathe in the caption
of your name, the fine-print on my existence,

I'm not sure the caption comparison holds; but maybe that's just because it's an ~embodiment of the other person contrasted with the previous effect. And "existance" is such a vague word. Though I don't know what other word you could use instead.

You said Something's gone
wrong for someone, and I laughed as children often do
moments after it is too late to take it back.

Nice. And I even like it as an ending.