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She came out from under the bed


#12

She came out from under the bed
her torso stole the dawn and silverware
magpie breasts crashed through window
glass to get at her, beaks stabbing at her
modern art face, feathers swimming upstream
into mouths the agate stones buried under
the floor boards next to hair




#14


She came out from under the bed
stinking of hospital dolls tiny
feet marched to the closet
found more feet to chop off,
dangle over the pit slide to
the cove, float to the top
dive in but the burden is all wrong

pocket the feet        better                sink the body
#13

She came out from under the bed
blowing sawdust clavicles
swaddling
cat femur
bones
mourning
a distraught
spine tea
party her
backbone
too poured
out
the fluid
on
an all-night
bender
escaping
pleasantry
neck
weight releasing head
teeth
on
the
nightstand