the copper

my memories gone
again
in the copper light
in a room made of
pennies you can’t reach
we are all so tired—
all my loves
we are all so tired
in the morning
we spell our names
wrong
get lost on the
way to work
we almost get hit
by a dozen cars
while barely eluding
the tipping sand streets
missing meetings
so I can spell out your
name aloud
again & again

I was standing on
a rock wall
looking at the water
rushing thick brown
over the dam
a body dying over
and over
a body exploding
with rush air
the soft night air
cleaning me
the one who killed my flowers
come below me looking
out at it too
waving
as I stood so huge
above the water

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