and
right here, right now, you are
losing
all of these moments of your life
think
about jackie o, her lap
filled
with blood, sunlight everywhere
think
about the women you’ve
loved
and the ones who have loved you, and then look for
points of intersection
listen
to the sounds the house makes
after
you’ve turned off all the lights
let
the ghosts
offer
you sugar and milk
watch
it spill from
their
cupped hands
you
will spend your entire life being
stained
by the filth of strangers
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