clay faced
my nose slipped off
soft as thought soft as despair
thumb-marked, unfinished
No one stopped me
but I felt the air
touch somewhere
and eyes searching
A man offered me distance
for eighty-five thousand
said I could leave a part of myself
in every country
Outside, dogs moved in packs,
rib-thin,
welcoming me in
knowing kindness
Inside, the pool held the afternoon
like a spread umbrella, sapphire dream
everyone dissolving into their vices
into their desires agendas and want
I stood there
half-shaped by the pain
half-seen by the world
deciding what to keep to keep of me
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