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down by the pool
apart

house smells like wet dog

your daddy is chasing a fly
coming down the stairs
like he runs from memory

down in the grass
apart

locked door
little hole
your daddy’s mistake
great one
just went to waste

sees sweat through the shirt
takes the time
your pulse
watches me dust off
just memory
in grief or universe’s breath

your daddy’s dreaming out
freaking out
and the reason don’t matter

“I think he’s delusional. I want to be done with the things I thought I kept coiled around my waist, an old belt to keep me on my feet.”