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I heard him in the garden
(did she hear the knights
clashing in the flower bed?)
all beads and long hair
pacing and tugging on his beard

I covered myself in dirt
and those small worms
that seem to emerge
only in springtime
(did she hear the lances
pikes and swords drop?)

I washed my feet in a ditch
(did she hear the soft
thud of hooves on mulch?)
yes with teeth bared
and some strange grease
covering my throat

a thousand little times