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boiling meat from bone

you took off your coat three times before you entered.
winter smacked bells against every window.
for you, my hands became door stops. in the cupboard 
pickled song bird eyes unfurled to diamonds. the meat is
always in the way. i wept for days as walls
fell off each side of the house. soon it was 
just me & the vacuum cleaner. sucking in my stomach
i stood in front of a full-length demon. wrote you letters
& each lost its exoskeleton on the way. delivered
& delivering. watching my knees like watermelons.
there is always more to cut away. i banished your mouth 
only to find it whispering in every corner.

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