I’d performed more than half my routine
long before mid-morning, and still she hadn’t left.
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I wondered
if there was
anything
I was
to omit
focused on
the small things
so big things
weren’t real
the soothed buzz
of an open field
sun drenches
acres
the emanation
of light
consumes me
until
is me
pin-pricked
water balloon
inside releases
and now no need
for finer details
no no-more
any more
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She said
At the count of three
I will snap my fingers
and you will awake
At 2, she was struck dead.
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