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There was a time,
Before the blank stare realization of fluttering lashes
That the geese flew, in what was possibly,
The right direction
And my hands shook less frequently
As I starred in the mirror
And begged
“tell me who you are.”

The air is cool these days,
But my spine is colder
And the cake in the fridge has yet to mold;
However,
I know that that beyond the glass streaked
With my thoughts
And your fingerprints
Is a season
-ed world waiting to be devoured
if only to be spat back out.