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May 24
I Put a hand behind my head
Pull myself up
By the collar of a shirt
                       That doesn’t fit
Throw myself against a wall
Breaking parts inside
That were reassembled
                                    In haste
Gathered
From remnants designed
                                   For two

I circle a bed in canine fashion
Tread it for comfort
                         Sleep elsewhere
All is a loop
A bowl retaining a fish
A halo worn by a sinner
A voicemail
                   That’s undeletable
Simon Bridges
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Simon Bridges  Visiting Mother Gaia
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