The List

She said to count the moments
Everything collapsed to water.

I remember when you hid the knives
Beneath the pillows
Because the devil pulled your strings,
The night you danced anointed
Purple, pastel red, and tangerine,
The stolen day the baby died.

The list is dripping.
Oceans lapse
And drop down sediments,

Recover,
Wrenching whitest cliffs apart.

- 5/29/26

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