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my apartment smells like ammonia
now I see the cracks
now I feel them unravel
like a twirling ballerina
across my wall
splintering as her legs twist and bend

didn’t feel right
wish I had time on a plane
to stare
give a new name
a new place
this is my dog, he says
this is my walk-up, he says
this is where I curl around my lover
what a rotten thing to say, he says

you said I was a marvelous grace
a blessing in a bed full of splinters
tea pot that never boils
I got it
get your bag