I dress myself in your linens
A Vestal virgin mid service
Amidst a redolent anamnesis
I hold out every covenant
The tapestry moth-eaten
Despite amaranthine care
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I trace each abrasion lovingly
As though defect held
An incantation
That when whispered
Would resolve all distinction
Between my life and your departure
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I think I’ll take the shears
And cut strips for my journal
The faded prints will look beautiful
Pressed inside your love letters
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