A Kind of Recovery

IMG_5909Your space inside is cleaner now
Cubes of cardboard neatly stacked
And packing tape

As fragments from the ground return
Levitating to my chest
And entering

Though maybe not in prior form
They’re taking shape behind my ribs
And thundering

My blood returning to my veins
Transform these wounds to jagged lines
Along my skin

With fingers pausing on the knob
Whining hinges hesitate
But yield at last

Your ardor and our history
Reduced to ink on notebook leaves
And postage stamps

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