--shes out in the garden
shaking her angry keys
as she calls out to the wind
to split the bones of leaves
and on the bathroom floor
Im crying on my knees
salt and iron on my tongue
the devil cant get back to sleep--
and
((lingering beneath the cloak of god
and walking in the snow
a crippled bird and a white cat
cry inside the forests womb))
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