November 27, 2007
Knees bend into my
cherry wood dresser

topped with yellow candle
wax and stale gray coins –

a plastic birthday cake
dotted with my fingertips

draped with dust bunnies
and kissing the floor.

My foreign body folds
like stiff sweaters

into flower-papered drawers
lined with sock puppet musk

that cradles me – I am
here. beneath a jewelry box

and in the timeless dark
but lit by naked windows.

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