i.
crayon stained walls
enveloped secrets
the ones expected of drawn curtains,
slow moving silhouettes and gateless fences
weekly doctor visits
post-sunrise sanitations
left caffeinated, mouths turned down
doors creak occasionally
occasionally glimpsed footprints
wind-dusted then removed
ii
the day the coffin was removed we gathered on our porches. the woman stood outside motionless with her head in her hands. the wind picked up her hair and pulled it forward, along with her dress.
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