School house is four walls and no port
not looping is a question
no report card of a dream
so every night we kneel bedside summoning thieves
to take the morning paper and make mulch
for our covers
Our layers are cake without coating
without a knife-bearing birthday kid full of breath
we hear he’s out tonight
torching cornstalks and collecting almanacs
which he will keep
in a shoebox
that sits in his ribcage
each beat a receipt for existing
At dinner we take from the same plate
we will apologize for all the mess
taking off my dress clothes
while I wash the dishes
we will share the sink
while you brush your teeth
when we run out of water
I will cry you to sleep
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