oven runt – mewing
alley puss – you are counting
my ladder glass, sway
of mineral tubes untied
and skinned
as your sisters – twin
pencils – pretend
they're old enough, and pretend
the pinion felt
in the cradle sacrum
where the screw slipped
is what they meant to happen
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