1932

I stir  the slurry of water and coffee grounds
and you are there
deaf and dumb-
slicing the mold off the vegetables
I throw them into the soup
cutting last years t-shirts into rags
to scrub the windows

I swallow the placebo like a good girl
playing along
someone removes another block, and
I keep smiling while I fall to pieces
telling a joke I heard on the bus
laughter instead of sunset
coloring my sky

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