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all the best pieces of you

 

 

how would you feel

if you knew

I take all the best pieces of you

and put them into

tiny frames

 

they aren’t always perfect

sometimes the edges

don’t fit

they reach out

all excess

 

so I trim them

with the poultry scissors

beside the kitchen sink

ignoring the wrinkles

behind the cheap glass

 

the extra

falls

down

the garbage

disposal

 

I turn it on

crank the water

listen to the

blending of

foreign objects

 

“that doesn’t belong in there”

you’d tell me

but you’re outside

clearing the snow

from the driveway

 

I excavate some pushpins

from the junk drawer

I scatter them like

playing darts

across the living room wall

 

you’re back inside

the cold sticks to your skin

and I am standing

hands on hips

admiring my handiwork

 

“this one’s crooked” you say

pushing upwards on one frame

with a gloved index finger

I smile and thank you

I put a finger to my lips

 

you are on the couch now

silent,

gloves still on

watching me move my hands

watching me tip each frame

 

I stand back,

you laugh,

“that’s more like it” you say

“that’s it” I say, smiling

“bad parts and all”.

 

 

 

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