Monday, November 4, 2019
Blue Hand
It was a square,
no,
a loop,
regardless,
I needed to sit upright,
like we had exited the cemetery,
like the rain had stopped that day,
like the blue jay behind the clock door,
up,
and to the right,
upright—
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