Handsewn slippers
untested household
toxic chemicals
late night construction site
reality homes
but no (true) buyers
a bowl of cold
tangerines Cezanne
channels
no true understanding
of the unrained-on side
of your nature
that I hold you while you
wipe the dust from the table
with your sleeve
this tenderness is how you said
life enters our physical world
starts pacing back and forth
November was coming
out of a long tunnel
into an open height
December’s an ocean
wherever you stand
waiting for whosoever.
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