The+Curtains

**The Curtains**

the whites flowered faster left under your eyes and the candle-wax, shy wrung its neck to the wick till the kitchen was dry and the wine cellar, bare

when they shook all the Providence out of your

Hair

and you stumbled your way to the saucer of youth with your plumbing like sandpaper tresses, uncouth

sifting light through the lashes all plucked through the thick spite to the nails bitten down to the quick

you were drunk, you were sick as you whispered your prayer standing there

with the curtains awry.


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