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Coal aside (those messy prints), breathe up Button-Eyes- redraw your shape (spillout filled-red mind). Willow-spit stuck to my collar, and Embroidered harness tethered to- featherstick bed (I'm only pretending to sleep), unquilted. Straw mattress and barley pillows, thick dust on the sun beams hold the roof in space. Darning needle, darning needle; Stitchwork patches on this (frayed stitches break before cloth rips) feathersilk bed. (Here, lying ashen and-) Unquilted.

Everything to do with light transfer onto me,so I mi ght Just have one mom- ent for my self

Ophelia: [To soften, kiss sweetly. Shift to eyes hard, lips in a snarl, tongue in "I have Dad troubles, too"] Oh, Hamlet how I've missed you. I've run dry. My tears are blinks in hopes of watering a garden of delusions. I sleep to dream… to dream I'm out of this hellish hole. I'm imprisoned. Like a cloth loosened from its pegs to float on summery breeze, I'm wandering to the bitterberry fields for a vibrant libertine tea party; I'll then be comfortable in my own skin. I dream I tend to a garden of my own.  I don't want existence as the communist's-daughter, but as the lark late to dinner. Oh, I'll call to you! When I first felt you, I molte

Feed the dog. Mirror her grateful prance for nourishment. Take nothing for granted. Do not hide from the snow in your hair; do not melt it with a glaring bottle. Shake hands with any apparition found in your closet. Argue with the hornet to take-up nailbiting. Lace those tips with nicotine and replace the kitchen knife with a hammer. Read faces. Follow the breath. Be curious in near-silence, and, whether you're years from draining or seconds from exploding, take a second to plant your pause into the cool soil of it. Smile to a friend. Draw lists of favorites with your crinkles. Do not stop at top-three, categorize all back to that morning

Delicate masculinity taught by mentors of flowerbeds, Fingerprints on all-nighter-outer shout-softer-skin, Tactile sensations of cotton to dissect: the dream weave. Locks unkeyed by a silver brush The delicacy of a silken spring.