On Sunday, I scoured
the skin from my
dining room table.
I smeared a sunset
to cover the scars
and in the fading light,
slanted by my living room
shades, it smiled at me
through a gap-toothed grin.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
On Sunday, I scoured
the skin from my
dining room table.
I smeared a sunset
to cover the scars
and in the fading light,
slanted by my living room
shades, it smiled at me
through a gap-toothed grin.
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