put this in a basket
float it down the nile
I've always got a smile for you
every time I tie
my tennis shoes
hush
his hand is on your shoulder
velveteen ribbon around
the borders
half in and half out
one end open to
the light
silken tie
lapel pin just so
did I see that?
did I catch my breath
a minute ago?
wooden paper on the ceiling
brass handle
on the exit door
heart beating speeding
needing to find
the way out
a leather book
with fancy paper
to document your afterlife
all the names of people you
hated
stated only for the guilt
excised; the reason we all came here
to pretend we're not bitter
splinter without
your glue
tongue tied statues
bear witness to what is
left.
the remains
and the truth
unexplained.
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