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Beautiful things?
How can you ignore
ugliness to find beautiful
things?
I cry, rake a pillow
with brittle nails, the
sound of cloth ripping—
feathers everywhere!—like
a cold winter.
Now I sleep in a flat bed
and, restless, fall out.
The cracks in the ceiling,
like roots spreading.
Is it Spring already?
Hot damn!