of 2 but 5, waiting for 3 but 2:
she fell asleep
in a body bag dark
blue and orange gray.
thinking puzzling verticals
grown of mysteries in death:
yes. no. yes. irrelevant.
lightflashed in the voices
swarming outside
inkflooded fingers and nails
too long to hold unto flight
black dots spilled like
romance across these hands
too old to swing
blankets loosed
clothing slips
we are confined.
some say hello to say
goodbye to some to say
hello to some goodbye
say goodbye say hello
some say say
some say sigh
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