An Opening

A Poem

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Do close that door
that wide gap like tearing down
someone’s arm
Treacherous sandcakes and all
manner of false foods
piling up here as the appetite
hits the road
Stripped down to my chest
in February
a wandering that hits me
and what do I want to feel
I cheer for robins
still fucking around in the elms
and cherry trees
bickering over sticks like the rest
of us
Don’t sit down
I’m hoping you won’t stay or think
that you have to
while…