A saucer spinning on its rim, the sound of linoleum
freezing. The hum of moist skin on crystal wine flutes.
Hymn of remembering. Skyless voice in a box;
churchyard emptying of blackened clothes.
Handles marching up, down; the man's hand attached
to grips. Clear oil flowing over reflective surfaces.
Flower print paper peeling, grandmother's basement.
We're in this together...?
Rim edge on beige, echo of porcelain; the whisper
in your navel.
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