The Tithe

By | 1 August 2015

Don’t argue now, just replace
the off-white milk,
scoop the cotton limbs of cloth
into loose armfuls,
smoke your cigarette outside,
burn the brown of it beside
damp mulch.

Argue about the
angle of the light,
the pull of the steel-blue ocean rip
or how long you can use sandpaper
before it’s ineffectually
Just don’t argue about
why she is lost
and why

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