new year’s day – by Mitch Cave
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we eat on mute ice
melting in the sink
and i forget how i am
shaped like a door knuckle
knocking on the door we
untangle fairy lights and
position the clock five
minutes fast so that we
are never late you say
when the birds are absent
i somehow become more
quieted but you speak to
birds in your sleep and
in the morning i will
have to remove your skin
from mine with a bar of
soap i begin to think in
braille you can hear
my thoughts i rest my
skull against the weight
of your beating chest
and begin to forget
what you said to me
again and again and
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