What you still carry to bed
is this water coming from a well
icing over, masks your cheeks  

and though there’s no pillow
it’s your mouth that’s melting
filling the hole where she used to sleep  

–in such a darkness say what you want
this sheet took the white from your eyes
that look at nothing but walls  

–you are washing your face with a room
emptied out to freeze her half
where there are no mornings

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