By Star of David
Date: 2017 Aug 07
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some mornings

I wake up broken
wash the blood
from the sheets
after he goes

they do not dance
in the breeze
or dry stiff
in the hot sun
but seethe in darkness

beneath a ceiling fan
swirling slowly,
heavy,
bearing witness
to too much