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He calls for her
He calls for her as the shattered vase settles into a new cartography near the bed. A floorboard creaks. The day’s pangea just as changed.
Read moreWho’s she kidding?
Who’s she kidding? They tsk as she goes by. She hears them & it hurts, but shame doesn’t wear her like an an old dress. She waves.
Read moreWhen we lost language
When we lost language we all went blind. Our eyes dry, that ache that once allowed us to see you became winter. We shrugged when you died.
Read moreTanti cries with her mouth open
Tanti cries with her mouth open, surrendering her tears to the unimaginable. His bones are joined with the rest without identity or medals.
Read moreWe lie here
We lie here. This could be an ocean, but for this quiet valley running between us. I’m too exhausted to say sweet things that you’ll forget.
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