filing away at the edges

emory perched on wood shop work bench
filing away at the edges of a found machete
that he is transforming into a double edged sword
_______
estan aqui – cuddle me the hanky
once worn around a wrist then wrapped
around a hot pink stuffed unicorn
reads in sharpied marker
how it flutters in the wind – a grand finale
after the sparkle letters that spell PLEZ,
the ring which matches 3 others,
and the magic black-brown swirled shiny beans
sometimes bridges are made just for
tossing things off of onto the tracks below
_______
trish’s sneeze heard from
across the yard while i hang laundry
from the great mildew roundup of 2016
which isn’t as bad as the great mildew roundup
of 2015 was

_______
in the absences
common space table becomes desk
across from which mo sits with a bucket of green geans
awaiting her phone call
_______
tear drop shaped alyson says
of the patch of red around the mysterious bug bites
appearing on her limbs

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