Sleep by your mother

Here, you dress
You bathe in the mess
of reckless

The shield of your shades
The twang in your tongue
Shades your shadow
That you have hidden — suffocated and stuck under the wooden flooring

of your house

small but tidy
crowded but kept
go home
and strip off your jacket
the shoes you got last Christmas

as night falls
your shadow disappears.
Sleep by your mother

 

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