cement day

not that the countryside is not your destination

not that the countryside does not come and fade again

country cannot exist without its side and now there is a stitch in it

the quilt is coming undone

the baskets spilling out from underneath them

the two separate beds

the separation of the child from its mother

from the womb to the crib was a violence

a blue barred violence and the mobile spins

red and blue and yellow squares and circles ensnare rods and cones

irises and tiger lilies and lavender and freckles in the eye

and sunspots moles and whitefreckles ceramic glaze smiles

rosy cheeks and sunkissed skin like the fruit snack soft and sweet and very chewy and stick to your teeth

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