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phantom limbs
of limbs not lost

rooms
open blooms

of their
chairs

an attic beckons
with creaking

mannequin
fingers

         —kindly enough

a basement
unties the shoe

of its
must

a bathroom
sincere

from its placid
rheumy eye

While walls IV drip
light to lamps

How to thank
the terrible dream

the anklebone
pillow

for this house
turned away from the world

How to shake
misfortune’s hand

clasped white

at the small
of its back.

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