rows of wine corks
rolling on the kitchen floor
kids roaming
through the groceries
the barren brown bags -
already scanned
they see it all - unfurl
like scarfs of windows
pulled by light only to be
struck blind
but shadowed first
the spin-in sensation
puts holes in our shoes
before we board the boat-like bed
with her white-feathered
headrest
each calendar day squared off
no need for seatbelts
really
no need to shift the lonely walls
which hold our dark hiss and cool fingertips
no need to stir the nothing's and all the years before -
we forget it
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