a gift remaindered left untouched
somehow missed in the camera flash
a child feeling left out, wounded, unloved
pretty box collects dust in a can of trash
haul up the lines and clean the traps
stiletto reacharound the back
when she smiles her dry lips crack
her pelvis cutting into our lap
breath from her throat grave and flat
whispered bone clatters and squeaking of rats
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Whorls and Eddies
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