prayer
the window is open to clouds dragging themselves across
a night sky, hiding
the moon and a few stars
as the curtain closes
itself
and i struggle to smell
what remains on my pillows
of a lover that crawled
out thru this same open
window a few days ago.
i am conlficted,
but even the embryo
outgrows its home
and must be evicted.
a saint with no shoes in a cup like a candle burns every word i've ever written.
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