Skies

from Skies

MY WIFE IS SHOPPING

You couldn’t

mistake that

for happiness

his friends

helped

him down

and they began

hands on

the floor

same age

as my

father

one was

out in

the hall crying

sand, broken

glass

but it’s

a kind

of happiness

four sad

gestures

she was

in both

accidents

it looked

like a shop

& I was

ashamed

disappointed

she said follow

me

and everything

collapsed

I hadn’t

changed

I knew everyone

I was saved

from living

by these

boxes I

keep things

in

cities, lives

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