Friday, April 25, 2014

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She was gone for days.
We chewed on her shadow
until dark corners dissolved,
stained our tongues

When our mouths ran out of room
we leaned against the window
watched empty driveway waiting
until the panes gave up and scolded us
by falling out rhombus on gravel, plant.

Waiting grew teeth
waiting set the table
cooked us til meat
fell off bone.

She was gone for days.
The wait developed limbs,
shoulderblades that split the mattress
with their sharpness,
elbows and bullet holes.
Waiting raised us, hunched and rancid.
waiting grew us,
daughter fools.

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