Domestiku

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the blade that scrapes one face 
tomorrow scrapes another’s legs 
smooth for each other 

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a child’s shoe 
another child’s socks 
a series of pairless pairs 

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the roar of air 
rushing through softened fibers 
yielding melted treasures 

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knocknocknocknocknock 
no one rings the bell 
not anymore 

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a pile of plates 
stained with powdered cheese 
tomorrow dried eggs

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crawl into bed late 
back into my wife 
hope for a miracle 

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