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May 27

I missed her
the way her legs
looked like tree branches
in winter
skinny strong little things

I listened to records
reminded me of her
and my childhood
looking for heirlooms
in my grandfather’s attic

I’m taking some time
to stop being foolish
with kindness

I don’t want to go there

I got a barn in the country
I don’t want to

I don’t want to

I got a dog on the hill

I don’t want to

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