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All Fall Down MAG
If I ever went missing,
my parents could tell the police:
she leaves behind cups and mugs
stained with her lip-prints
(they’re like fingerprints,
but instead of DNA you find
swirly moons
made of glossy
brown, matte pink, creamy red,
and they circle the rims
as if marking their territory as hers,
all hers.)
If I ever went missing,
my parents could tell the police:
she leaves behind petals
from roses, daisies and
dandelions,
their dewy hearts forming
a trail of beauty,
and even though some people
see them as weeds,
she always knew that
they were worth so much more,
and from her love
came a trail of their
broken bodies.
If I ever went missing,
my parents could tell the police:
she collects words like stamps,
trying to find one of every
shape, size, color, place, feeling,
and will only be happy
once she has them all
and can proudly say,
“Look at the words I found.
Aren’t they magnificent?”
If you find a trail of words,
scattered with petals and mugs
(stained with gloss, of course)
tell the police at the other end,
I am waiting to be found.
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"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." -Pablo Neruda