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Pair
Left, here, are my quiet spaces, my stark And wild bones like canyon walls, made wicked by erosion But, oh, what might have been… adam would be kicking by now, Eight months in womb A father’s hand lazily following All that midnight movement Mommy fast asleep Our boy Waiting to meet us And i want…
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private
He sleeps in fits across the bed, his hands around her, the breathing shallow. Puffs and twitches in to the quiet afternoon where everyone seems to ignore them.
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Oh so.
Oh so I have seen you now, riding south, thinking of nothing in that car that always made me feel like loving you was a waste of my education. Cold and unhurried. I saw you without being noticed, an average person in a car you never saw, just another breath in to a frigid Christmas…








