the everyday motion of artifacts
someone walks into the closet
behind me
there in the dark quiet corner
unrecognizable
we are aware of each other
shoes and clothes
and it may be only in closets
where we can be together and alone
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lightening horizontal and silent
the night after a supermoon
watching a lover dress after showering
just her disappearing piece by piece
folding a daughter’s clothes delicate
and warm from the tumbling dryer
her handwriting across an envelope
and inside the card those initials
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recollection memory dream drawn from
the everyday motion of artifacts
i am wrapped inside every moment of this
and drawn to antiseptic sunshine against skin
but there is a perfection to inadequacy and failing
that promises nothing and worships everything
like a book out of place on a bookshelf arranged
as if finding were something meant to be a system
as if burden were a magician’s slight of hand
hers slipped into mine in a dark closet among clothes
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