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Air and Shadows

Excuse me as I cloud my mind with coffee,
Wind licks away the fog on windows
The clock ticks, dripping sunlight down the backs of tree
Limbs, my stems wrapped up in knots of linen
Air hangs on to the dust, the blinds grinning,
Bearing teeth through the slits of shadows
I stacked up my bones and raked shallow
Smears of makeup on my lips and face, tugging the
Sweater over my elbows, the tap of a shock
Catches my fingertips on the door
My back facing away from the clock, five past three
Where, who, why am I? And what for
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