upon leaving my house, a robin.
but not before a long day
laying naked. answering only
to lazy whims, like
what does your face look like at night
or who is martha and did she know
her vineyard would give birth to deaf little grapes
naming “fish” and “i love you” with their waxed purple hands
upon waking, fifteen missed calls
from one phone. and the pebbles between
my toes were jumping beans and i thought of him sitting on wood chairs
naming all the cracks in the wall “shayna” and “i love you” and how he wishes to splay fingers in my mouth
tickling canker sores in my throat
fondling the opposite of my clitoris
upon thought, i took the day off
from anything but being the cool tiles
my cool tile
and my radiator wrapped blanket
that can kiss the shower off my hips
just as well, and leaves me free after to
perform eulogies for hair and nails
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