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Medicinal Coconut

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burying the hatchet

beneath the backyard tree

it was rusted and dated

and meant to be under

the crushing weight of dirt;

the microcosmic universe of the past.

the cat is on my stomach and

the rug buoys my back

staring through the sky lights

and realizing how alone can be happy

yet apartness can be sad.

i ate coconut flakes to sop up tears

then baked the milk into cakes

and ate change dressed up in a pink wrapper.

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