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I put my hand
to my lips
nothing else smells like her
lips like rain clouds
pricking my hands

at midnight at midnight at midnight at midnight
my brother learns chimes
at midnight
your child
combs your hair
and your husband
weeps from the porch
and at midnight at midnight
I forget that
I forget this
it’s so goddamn golden
it’s so goddamn golden

I’ll let you pass out
for a while
if you promise to stay
when you wake up

goddamn midnight like a fucking