there
are days when the light
pushes
into you, suffused, sufficient.
glowing
in a room full of rain.
a
grey that is almost blue a blue
that
never leaves you a fugitive.
you
are nervous when you hear
my
bones move. this house
has
settled into a fixed austerity
too
poor to be called home.
you
know I might mention a
change
in the weather
.
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