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If you were to snip
the thread of my
life, the frayed ends
would snap back to fall
and rise to their
respective earthly,
heavenly sources, spent
and at rest. But where
would fall the buttons,
the snaps, the seams?

I, Too, Am Richly Stained

when in a moment
of inattention your
most precious and richly
stained coffee mug falls shattered
to the floor it knows only
that it is broken
and cannot cry
but desperately
wishes it could

Tidy

His single sheet
of lined paper
was aligned with his
single pencil
which rested atop
his single table which
wobbled next to mine.

And though his hands
were folded, waiting,
and though his eyes
were fixed, unwavering,
into space, I think

I was more expectant.

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