i talked about space
i told him i meant real space
he thought i actually meant
nothing at all
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RECONSIDERATION
Give grief its head,
I say. Allow it its
place and put no
pressure on sorrow to fit
another's tight-time.
My mouth mouths.
Lips flap. I advise
with the hollowness
of a Republican in November.
Rather, speak containment
How to cut costs:
close, sever, cauterize.
I can no more encompass
the all of this than
re-member your bones
from gristle and ash.
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