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Vessel

Inside I imagine puckered cups of
butter   cookies nested    in paper that 
releases a sigh   But instead there

may be fiction   within   wishes never
reciprocated   Playbill of redundant
arguments   One black glove    found

fraying   This vessel on an emptied 
table   solo    temptation is labeled with 
another’s name 

Guarded initials as if carved
in melting snow    A tool unsuited 
to the task of prying open 

Not yet valentine


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