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[paleoumbrella]

so i've kind of revised the first poem from my last post. hopefully it's better now (it's longer anyway).

I lie buried in this bright red down
While a child star shrieks in some other room
“Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!”
So I rise and sit at my desk
And stare at these things I have collected.

The rabbit pierced by an arrow
And a sword on its way. “Dead bunny,” it reads,
With a big looping heart. And faces in front of wolves
As dogs rip apart a cow. The stub of a train ticket from the seventh of October,
Taped against the wall. These pieces, and that box full of letters and pictures
Of birds and people and us.

And now there is trash-
An empty juice box, a crumpled tissue, the discarded shells of letters,
The cool of a winter pane of glass and the cough of a heater.

I lie curled in this beige chair
While the music hums in the background
And that night comes out and that one comment.
We played the keyboard piano late at night
And laughed with the other tower girls.
Our hipbones curved out on that smooth tile
While we sipped from plastic mugs of cheap wine.

Here now is the rug with the stain
In the upper left corner
And a picture frame on the floor
Beside the discarded coffee cup and white bottle cap.