Black lacy things
that hide under furniture.
Mascara on the pillowcase
warm water will remove.
Long hairs in the shower drain
and short hairs in the razorblade.
These are more things
your mother shouldn't see.
All that may be so
but I felt like I was living.
The laundry list of evidence
tastes better than the void.
The last five were Italian.
I've got this new hypothesis:
It's easier to sabotage
than let yourself be wrong.
I'm standing on this sand bar
a mile from the beach
with a fist cast in wax
from where I've held her candle.
Blessings come in ruthless waves
unnoticed 'til they're gone.
If one stares at what's missing
one becomes that same abyss.
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