Second hand
My sadness,
I’d like to close in the palm of may hand
So I could hand it to you and say
“Here, here is where my sadness lays”
And slowly slowly strangle it. Look at the mirror
and utter new silences. Not to feel a used person again.
Rewrap my self.
Here. Look at the box. It has been left untouched;
and when you’ll open it
I’ll hand you my open palm
And say
Take
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