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Gradually the rectangle shrinks
as you go round and round,
a seamstress cutting a cloth to size
until it is all short, flat,
ready to be ironed.

We have stopped saving daylight.
The dark comes earlier,
more time to descend into my icy hole.

You didn’t come with a Neil Young
Soundtrack, and you didn’t offer
William Blake’s songs of Innocence

And the person in the chair in the bottom corner
of the picture has been blurred by many thumbs
that once held the picture dear.
No one can remember
when it was taken.

Mother squeezes father’s driving arm.
He pulls over to the side of a country road.
I rise up in the backseat, enough
to see out the car window

Mother contributes to progress
by upgrading to a new side-by-side refrigerator.

Despair, the great Augustine says
is the only real sin,
all sin the result of it

I shuffled the morning with my bare legs
and jeweled bottle.
Mother called it varnish.
The beginning of her insomnia.

the fabric of our world is unravelling
one sleeve at a time
I ask no questions
of the brooding eucalypts
my legs have been crossed for so long
they have both gone numb

bee is drinking its after
full moon ecstasy