Thursday, April 9, 2015

infidelity

Insect-peeled, cut
chatter, linen  
love.  I tried to decode you

on my kitchen table. 
There’s more.  The
magnolia tree outside

my window: the palest
pink against black
bark.  I don't deserve

this. I slept for hours
& woke to rain breaking
through my window.

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