pray knock, mannequin

here is my daughter     she lifts arms

for a living, I’m not

around

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when young, not so much losing the mind
as going elsewhere     with it

even then, you are not the first to arrive

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the baby won’t shut up

I can’t find it

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my father is poor / is missing

people he’s never
been to

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when she was not    not yet     I cut a hole in her

for when she would need to see
the light

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here is my brother
buying a coat rack
for our christmas tree

so it can double
as a coat rack

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for the sake of your memory,
I wear the same clothes everyday

bounce down the school's
most narrow hallway
off kids

playing moth