the delicate blur
of
things
you have not done
i wonder
where it goes
when you cook your own turkey
what happens
to the blood
i eat it happily
(if)
i don't think
about dying. i
dropped all
those things
(the ones)
i love
in the water
so
(close the lid),
and be happy
without me.
i'm not in focus.
(thanks, bird)
for
giving.
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