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if her voice sounded different
i could have believed in belief

when things broke
she smelled like wild flowers

when we smashed those vases
she smiled so different

for dinner we had salt water
and little bits of an orange
perhaps that’s why we
were never truly full

we built a porch
overlooking my hometown’s fields
drank tea out of our palms
then we forgot
where we put the damn thing

i had a dream we slept in the closet
on a little twin bed
with shirts and coats as blankets
heat escaped from our fingertips
our lips
and her crooked nose
and my upside down mouth
we never woke up the same
as yesterday
it felt so strange
being alive in a small drawer