The broken column of light across the bed
across your face the look of warning
that this is the moment when –
I take off my clothes
I trace the perimeter of the lake
I walk into the water until it reaches my knees
At the end of everything – I don’t even
know when that is but it is
Here is the water lapping sunset
the tide swallows the stones we placed
when we picked up the bones of trees and mice
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