you who have been probably tearful
feeling things
as components
a closed ecosystem like Tupperware songs from the storm cellar
rarely escape
snow
fall from top bark twists from weight
what’s
it like to be a head
going towards the window
when the wind has blown out all the lights
just around the corner
thrown off into the Atlantic and you forgot
your umbrella
tear disguised as a pomegranate seed
caught by the wind
desperately hugging unfilled space
irrational yet well placed
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