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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