Night interview
Is it the past that hurts?
This is where I try to sleep
Did you reason with it?
For a time
And the flowers?
There were a purple they paled in the middle
Did they please the room?
They pleased themselves
You were gifted clothes.
No fit was fire enough
There was talk of a home chill.
The best do not talk about it
What of the first fit?
I wish an erasure of it
Of the first rush, too?
Rush leaves
So what got left behind?
Polished cuff I gave it away
What stayed?
A taste of metal
Was this a repetition?
Some hear a blood signal I have muted it
We heard there was a window?
It was painted shut
How was the glass crushed?
With purpose
Was there a meaning?
Breakages occurred both necessary and unnecessary
Is the ceiling close?
I watch it
Even in the dark?
Even in the dark
What we liked
███ slowest cruelty █████ ███████████
in the mornings, ███████ ready but sleepy
███████████ I didn’t wake up █████████
█████████████ lick the █████████
████████ white air and muzzling,
██████ cruelty in the afternoons.
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We planned ███████████████
██████████████████ the new machinery
██████████████ we dreamed our cruelty
█████ Get clean, ███████ then we’d ████
███████ forget the play,
█████████████████ fall
into tenderness. Sometimes
it lasted █████████
slow slow ███████ talking the whole time.