Raveling bare knees
with gnarled hands.
Why you did not want to wear the clothes
in human chain ?
Seeking the refuge redundantly under
the wings of frugal maternity,
in trance ? The strangeness never dies.
The words were hollow, the shrines
empty. Who will go after the breast bone ?
Was it a derogratory remark to ask for the
name of a lame duck who was going
to commit a friendly suicide ?
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