apologies to Emily

my life stands a broken gun
tossed beneath the stair
a constant reminder
of all that is not here
dust seeps through the air
as if I had hid
the carved edges
of my coffin’s lid
among the sawdust
on the floor
thrive parts of others
I’ve known before
(November 2012)

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