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From: "Love T.K.O."
Ache
It
is an
ache she feels, through her back
feeding down her side,
going numb. There is a
hole in her side
she can only pad out with
for example
photographs.
There are years,
striped like twigs in the cradle
of her arms
to add to the big fire she'd planned
for later on.
The twigs are damp. Rained-upon.
She feels damp as well, her skin
lined as if laid
in a bath too long,
the water cold and she wonders
how it was she didn't notice
the water cooling - perhaps she thinks
she slept.
She remembers the list of people she'd locked out,
standing to find
no one there and no
towel the water hanging
like loose and flabby skin
now with no warmth
whatsoever.
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