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Helpless
Shuffling hands
Scrape baking pans
Take out trash
Remove nail polish, waiting,
Bracing the mind of
The body they’re attached to
For a phone call
And the weight of helplessness
In helping the helpless
Feel less
Helpless.
Lemon Wedges
Lemon wedges on
Sides of plates wait
With fluffy green garnish
On the plain white porcelain
Of chefs’ canvas.
Your eyes
Are heavy until mine
Aren’t
And we
Have merely met.
Hidin'
Asinine, Asinine
Hidin’, Hidin’
Wakeful in the night and I’m
Hidin’, Hidin’
Look at all the co-lors
Look at all the sha-dows
Feel all the sounds and I’m
Hidin’, Hidin’
Climbing the Stairs in the Dark
Night
I swear, every
Those last three steps,
Climbing and I crawl like a baby up
Lenses or weak footing slows or pauses my
Step up until about the tenth. A panic of unadjusted
The window’s teal beam cannot reach the stairs. I confidently
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