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I drank
bitter coffee
my father made
on the stove
in a nightgown

and told me how he did it
it’s magic
to not burn your fingers
he told me
lipstick
eyelashes curled

fool child

my brothers were in a freezer
locked and locked and locked
away
breath like balloons in the air
stuck to their skin

coffee to warm them up
I delivered it to them
in a nightgown