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Her LegsI have her legs. / Flaky skin-wood stove induced, / winter pricklies going wild,
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A Wet Beginningfresh coffee drips / into the pot / herbs on the stove
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BellsMy Grandmother owned two bells / and she used them to be heard, / to amplify her aging voice.
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Something NewIt’s something new and rarely real. / It lets her live a life imagined, / a life where rubies join in rows
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What We BuiltA clean white sheet- / the left side tucked under his mattress, / one corner held underneath a stack of books.
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The Morning AfterThe morning after, / I wash him off my skin. / I peel away the clothes
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Before the StormI went to him before the storm. / The grumbling thunder echoed / my abnormal heartbeat
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I Can Smell it All Over This HouseIt’s in the beeswax candle / that burns / on the kitchen table
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Every Time I FlushMy sister painted a picture / of the dead fetus she lost, / at the bottom of our toilet.
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Standing at the Hall ClosetIt’s been two months and you are still giving me things. / This time I inherited your long tan coat. / The one you wore along with a plastic bag on your head
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