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Shame
lives with me
she eats my breakfast (or
doesn’t)
she carries my hands
in her pockets
loose change spent (or
discarded)
she wanders my mind's grocery aisles
always looking, never choosing
wasting (time) she
lingers like the overdue books
i never get to reading
she watches with me (always)
the Monument sky turn black
grips me assured (and
tight)
the promised creep of night
she tucks me in
to my bed of days. weeks. months.
she awakens me
to a bloodshot sunrise
she eats my breakfast (or
doesn't)
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