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guideposts or whatever

chafed thighs,
raw with want.

a driveway hiding

under sheets of ice.

that night he showed up under the guise of concern,

bird waving violently on my front step.

an embroidery hoop split, glued together,

fabric colored with thread.

sunlight on the other side

of the tree line.

that parable Jesus taught

about not giving our pearls to swine.

this box on my lap

filled with everything new.

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