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I.

find happiness in small things (he said); in a beautiful sunset

in the heartwrenching blue of summer

in short-sightedness, in selective amnesia

 

II.

we are below the greatest screen of deceit

(in space there is no sky)

under, the plants do not get watered

a house sitting still without you in it

(almost waiting)

this brute that refuses to forget

attempting to resurrect you with magical thinking

(today, i cooked your favorite)

(today, i took your book with me)

 

come night and i will chain myself again

while the flowers rot in the vase

 

III.

the sky is not infinite, from this grave

sunrise does not wash away any of these sins

nor do i need to witness one more instance of it

(if i can help it)

i do, after all, still keep your knife