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in the story of my eyes

Cindy Savett

1.

in my house there are no beams
in my house
there is no breath

in my house I find the oven
the knotted air
the dried hands

in my house I have no ribs no palms no weight of blood

only walls folding their corners
into tears



Cindy Savett

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