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Coffins Jamie opens my chest and it’s full of small empties, boxes from fancy candles, cheap rings, tiny Whitman’s Samplers. She says, “Honey,” and I, “Yes,” and she, “Honey, time to discard,” but I can’t. Sometimes what needs burying is small Jamie leaves. The cat sits in front of the full length mirror blinking. I tell him, “You’re cool.” He won’t believe me. I say, “Hey, that’s my friend you’re talking about.” I like you. I write it on the mirror, we watch ourselves until I take it off the wall, push to the back of the closet I find picture naked white tangled white white sheets white hair open white mouth red white leg white chest blackletters. It’s not my picture, Jamie wanted me to find it. Dark nail push all, redbutton dark hair dark lips. I buy sugarwater feeder for Jamie, keep the box. Tell backyard Florida, “imagine prehistoric,” Jamie says,“Dejavu simplesyrup.” I tongue tiny hairs, capillary pull Fuck coffins. Now I hummingbird olive tree Now I black spider eat jelly beans. #Unreal #Poetry #ClaireNelson #Cramped #Metaphor #Imagery #SelfAcceptance #JasmineThompson #Photography Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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