Sympathy
Remains for burial
Zipped in black
Who comes to vouch then
Our misdeeds
Finally earn their napkin passage
I want to tell you
Open yourself
Let me back
But you are bolted down
Empty of patience
Knowing when to leave
You are covered in oleander petals
Like a bride awaiting the fissure of her maidenhead
Bon voyage little girl
Leave behind your childhood room
All the china dolls you despised with their elegant haunted painted eyes
Under a yellow light attracting flies
Trying to catch up on diary entries half filled
The confessor wears a wagging chin, the judge is a mute
And this rope will not be strong enough for two
We sit by sea spray electric in timber and soon
There is no division
Between waiting and being
I can’t cry on demand or be happy, because you need me to be
You bought a faulty part
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