Photo by Terry Bain

Day for Night

I may ignore or
refill, are
your ears
the sound
and eyes
or arms
in your teeth
under your skin
dissolved in cold coffee
your cries
a sound
in the heat of the day
a radio
of your daydreams
under a cool pillow
face a dollar
words of prayer
sewn into your shirtcloth
tied onto your wrists
painted on my walls
played in a minor key
daughter goodbye
and hello 
are the same
sound.

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