Inventory

Peal
of a chime intercepted by a draft:
salt filtering down the cellar.

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Prism
of sectioned light: marble
with a heart of revolving flame.

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Sugar
that the bird stole
in the shape of a fig.

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Film
on the counter’s edge:
powdery sift of milk on the tongue.

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Moth
suspended from the rafters,
furled tight as a drying rosebud.

 

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