A PLACE YOU HAVEN’T BEEN TO BE ABLE TO RETURN TO

 

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in sheet metal and a walnut shell’s face
in a ship’s rung bell mistaken for the door

 

the dead everywhere telling us to sleep
and wake is a sign we’re doing okay

 

a beetle wobbles from a spider’s nest
a cool spring leaks from the rocks

 

like a drink in reverse a mouth
giving back what remedy it took