i left something outside months ago
the snow swallowed it up
sedentary and never ending
the snow piles walls
between cars
and sidewalks
(you, now)
the thing lays there
forgotten and sleeping
in blank albino sand dunes
leaving endless shoe puddles
expressionless and unapologetic
i was sure that, a surer sure than usual
a bath would be taken for the first time in years
even if I have to boil every pot in the house tonight
it is warm and almost free and the thing i can’t remember
that I left in the snow will wash off me like stepping salty boots
in a fresh spring puddle and every vertebrae will think of when they
can lay exposed and beaming from a swinging sundress, and stay there
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