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dead bird and
… dark ham

a waterfall up your sleeve
where you spilled
sherry
or
something different

prayed in the closet
all beads and incense
dinner without you
never felt long

the light of day
snuck in the attic
dust in the sun
“be safe”

all the little pecks
and
grabs
added up to silverware
brought by in-laws

in your forties
“oh
this is different”

to be one
to share the coastline
raging in blindness
or
some form of cold bluntness

you put on your sandals

felt the heat