She traces the lens
Repeating what if
What if
What if
I’m gonna borrow her voice
because
She never imagined she’d bury him
five days after her birthday
Forget and fly
How many bad calendar days
will you provide
How many stirred paintings
have heard your stories
The dear dog shakes his head in disbelief
The most pathetic you
who soars to watch others rot
Resist the urge to trust
Butterflies are still beautiful upside down
What happened
I am loved
I am loved
I am loved
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