The eggs along the eyelid, swimmer's ear and cold bath-water.
January's clean wood floors, thirsty plants, unsolved garbage.
To walk with other feet around, to show one secret person to another.
What inoffensive ghosts we fought last night, and woke to bells
relieved but sad for ease of it. I thought I saw a deer
running from me in my own small home but somehow moving far
from me, my own small home, the deer, and what I thought.
My eyelid, ear, my shivered skin. January lying prone and long.
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