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Growing up many warned me about walking on pond ice even if it looked safe it might crack and nobody'd hear me scream nobody'd come but it was so lovely especially in warm sunlight especially treacherous and out I'd go relishing leaves embedded in ice cracks and I never fell in almost wish I had proven them right almost wish I'd have fallen and had someone jump in after me someone who'd fallen hard once before and knew how cold it gets before it gets warm again
While you snore upstairs, I eat Cheerios, the clock covering me in a blanket
of dead minutes. Our threats dig under linoleum, a yellow feverfew moon blooming in the garden—
I’m getting sleepy, but if I wake you, would you pretend not to hear? Maybe
our dreams will touch since we can’t or our threats will flex wings and fly around the kitchen—
I’ll leave the light on. They may be drawn to it, fly into the bulb,
die before we open morning’s door.
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