I often leave
a little of the night
before in the bottom
of my cup
you stumbled there
so I caught you
I pushed you
so I could
marriage comes as
a rediscovery of
all you rejected
but still wanted
in me
today is dark with the
stillness of deep snow
everything stopped
the drugged earth concentrating
really hard
trying to remember
its mother its daughter
wives and lovers
so far away.
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