I could not see.
and sewing buttons
from belly,
and nose yet to form–
realized I didn’t breathe
(without)
so pinching peeks,
I poked holes
wherein all sound ceased.
then silently
ripped lower–
‘til gum flapped into
bubbles
barely big enough for loft
(in life–less form)
and missing you,
I could not love
set shaping hearts
–in coal, and sand–
played both hands of deck.
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