like the snake goes back
to quail's eggs
you returned and
caught me
sleeping
the bed was mine, and
the solitude
their price was met
in full
the dog thought you
were home
his tail skipped twice
and then my heart
how cruel to hear
the clock tick
darkness, yet I knew the weight
and heard the voice like dreaming
then dreaming fell,
and the sheets
pain, a flame, where
nothing ever heals
at sunrise, there
were sparrows on the sill
the savage clock
still moved to morning
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