Thursday


Red door knobs.
Come home before I burn my soul.
I have laid my eyes to rest, aside my bed
My teeth float in a tall glass. I keep my nightmares in a
Jar for future ideas on HOW TO SAVE THE WORLD.
When my husband doesn’t come home, I know
What he has done. Before the fence, before the
Grass: lies a body full of sins.

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