Stuffed
i
The bear has a birthday hat on
is sitting calmly - pink chair - is
staring at the ceiling
ii
The eyes are cataract - chipped
glass - they are windows in
a church bombed in a war
iii
Pray at the pew of it - hard - unfeeling
the sort of colors streaming on your face
that make everything seem alive
iv
And the hat came from a night concert
the man who I have obsessed over
placing it on my head - no reason given
v
Pink like grapefruit
faded to bubblegum on your shoe
Grandmother's chair
vi
Addiction to history - ashes on skin
bear that traveled in boxes and bags
- it's too much honestly
vii
Let's pretend that we had kissed
that the chair had been reupholstered
that the fruit had been bruised
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