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And she is lost Again, without even a parade. The smell of her still scratching Like baby fingernails at my skin. I remember her music The flute of her trachea slipping Down into the cinched core, Larks fluttering out of … Continue reading

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Grandfather Clock

You repeat to me—I think I’m going blind. Troubled fingers skittering across the table, palm spread for the final alms: a syncopated burst of nicotine. Under the shoaled armor of your neck bobs a lone buoy, submerged in brine and … Continue reading

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