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man mending memory

words dripping sick in mud
café con leche brown on a gray
Saturday afternoon when the wind
has shaken naked the orange
tree after eight hours of rain:
some hurtful words my dad tells my mother

my teeth screech against
the sky and I sit outside
under the washed-out moon
waxed on my chest full of summers
swamped in yellows and greens
and all its concomitant abundances:
they rest impervious to the suicide of day

Published in 8 Poems: Literary Journal. Issue 1.6 (December 2018)

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