Opening the door to leave
he watches her smile,
her eyes vacant rooms
chandeliers cobwebbed
dusty white sheets on furniture,
it has been so long
he has forgotten what was under them.
Turning back to say goodbye once more
he sees the door close.
It is funny
but in dreams
she hums
suspended in screeching silence.
When he moves to touch her,
she flinches as if he is a fist
about to clock her
to scatter all her teeth
on the damp spring soil
like Silver Queen corn kernels.
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