Thursday, August 1, 2013


Faucet's turned on but wait
I've gotta take out my bobby pins

Finger and thumb tug on the first
as I watch my reflection in the mirror

A bunch of missed classes and a tambourine
fall to the floor followed by some anger

Next fall the witch-shadows from my bedroom
and a shower of tiny dried purple flowers

After the fourth I start using my foot
to nudge everything off the braided rag rug

Around the eighth I start wondering
how many are left and turn off the water

You're in there, of course, clinging to
the tenth and I have half-expected this

although I am surprised by how light
everything is with you gone fallen

forgotten away like angel wings

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