partings
waiting for dad to burn off. for mom
to send
in my direction
a phrase
not unlike
keep on
keeping
your ghost
warm. for brother’s
baby
brother
and
for dog. for the hand
museum
to open.
for the asker
of this:
who would want
two hours
of a life
back?
decay
is a form
of waiting.
kingsoftrain 
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