poems for Genevieve
There's a place I cannot get to.
It exists
and that's
why.
My ears
changed
with each
child.
Selfishly perhaps I wanted to hear
different
bones.
Death, that puzzle.
No pieces.
There's a place I cannot get to.
It exists
and that's
why.
My ears
changed
with each
child.
Selfishly perhaps I wanted to hear
different
bones.
Death, that puzzle.
No pieces.

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