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The way she wrung her hands, Then the tears, Pit pat, pit pat, Raindrops on the tin roof Coursing down the lines of her face, Notes on the page Of her own sorrowful song, Pit pat, pit, pat, Writing it onto the walls, The puddles on the floors.

I applied with two words in mind: Something new. I could go away, stretch out my fingers like feathers And fall, Bury my toes into a red, foreign earth I could taste a new "Hello," And a new way to say "Spicy."

From this straight-backed chair I can only see the glossy kitchen table, Your cold stare A cutting board Those eyes Destroying my heart. And I used to wonder How far the black-brown could go.

I place my hands palms-up on my knees In supplication to the universe To closely examine the wrinkles. I was born with these So they must come from God. Left or right, left and right, Ink stains held up by my psychiatrist, Maybe my own body My own hands that I use to brush my teeth Have held the answer all along.

size

Her body is so narrow I think I could wrap my fingers around her ribs if I tried Pick her up and place her in an elephant's mouth Like a Polly pocket, or one of those wind-up toys And if I squeeze too hard, she will break. I get this feeling every time I look at her. That she will break.

I bend at the knees, as if in prayer Cup my hands, my ladle. To dip up the pool of water at my feet Lift the cold, clear to my nose As if in prayer. And I slurp. Slurp, slurp, slurp and swallow until my belly is a round, round globe Reeling from the swish, swash, swish, swash Speaking through its saturation.

end

What he did last weekend filled his weekdays Knowing the 8 hour days would be filled with keystrokes Awkward greetings, fluorescent lights He wished the end would never start, never stop Like the humming of the airconditioner.

Which side are you waiting on this time? I can't see you in my peripheries Your skinny arms reaching out to touch me Again My nose used to point north toward you But now the field turned around and I just want to run Away.

cry

We lost the red earth to the hands up above again They took a shovel and dug deep down, Splaying the red water everywhere, Like raindrops or teardrops just trying to go home.

Politicians told me that I couldn't hold you in my hand Like the paperweight my mom gave me when I was little Because I opened the screen window wide So the wind could blow through my hair And eyelashes But my papers scattered everywhere.

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