The Settlement
It’s only skin deep, she said.
Let’s run through the debris.
One for you, one for me,
two for the children (hair full of rust),
three potatoes and barely more.
Let’s drink to old times,
to love and dust. I place my hand
upon my heart (needle in a bloodshot eye),
and swear to forever, to the fish
in the sea, and I lie.
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