culpa
you sang to fill me
with sleep
at your
table, i drank your brew
thanking you not
that you
ever questioned
and set
aside so,
did you think it not
your place? at the
window we shared
the splinters of
the frame
(you) in my hair
(i) in your back
the moonstruck
out your eyes dimming with the mists
you kissed my neck and
I touched your
faith mis-
placed in the
engraving is
permanent that
would survive this
blinking
habit of
hours
in
proving you a fool
i, myself, a thief
with a vacuum
between had no recourse to
voice or breath ending
there
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