I narrow my eyes to 

God, to the 

sun and 

Everything. 

I am washed in the cold water but

Not washed clean. 

There is no

Absolution here. 

Every time you close the

Door with that cold click I

Swallow my 

Cracker, I swallow my

Wine. 

You can stay long

Gone, inside

Out. 

I am 

Deep

In this bottle, my hair is

Made of smoke, it’s

Cold outside.

Push me up 

Against the brick, search with

Fingers made of 

Bone. 

When you bury me I’m 

Made of daisies, losing

Heart because the ticking 

Wears me. 

I’m an old

Winter 

Coat. 

Spill your coffee 

On me, leave me at the 

Deli. 

I am just your skin. 

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