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iamandy
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i'm back! an experimental poem i wrote a few months back about how many try to rebuild relationships with false starts

garden

your mother will cry for you.

one,

one, two,

one, two, half a cupful of salt and erosion

and you'll drink

lips wet, eyes cold

lips wet, eyes cold (eyes wet, lips cold)

one,

one, two,

one, two, sup the lot and feel the sting against your throat

but you'll smile all the same.

she'll plant lilies in the spring,

shovel dirt with fingertips

shovel dirt with fingertips pin-prick precision

one,

one, two,

one, two, a line along the lawn;

small skulls with no headstones.

she'll scream into your eye sockets

she'll scream into your eye sockets for being so thirsty

but it is okay.

the water wasn't fresh anyway.

fin.

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