Let me speak, for ten minutes
for just ten minutes, let us clear

what has grown up around us, grab the tangled 
green and rip it from the walls

A bird flew through my window without stopping
no glass broke—I saw it was a fawn

gently descending from my comforter
clicking gently out the open door

Before you leave this place let us prick our palms
and face each other across a pool of water

I want to know what it’s like to look at you
so put your bags down in the hallway

Let us press our palms together 
if there is enough blood to run

let us sit in the kitchen
and howl together at the knife

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