within this slow dismantle (86)

as familiar as the cat 

on the sill watching 

a mockingbird outside 

this melodrama’s cliché unfolds 

I pull another brick 

into my sepulcher 

another dead anger 

to crush my chest 

another tired  

misunderstanding 

another regret to haunt 

my moist graveyard 

(October 27, 2020)

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