do you sometimes wonder where your confidants disappear to

with your bags under their shoulder blades

with all of your things toppling over each other underneath the hemmings

i wish they would give a wink or a nod or some sign of cahoots

would i feel an accomplice to my own beheading

so i turned to him and asked if our
wood of would have

her brow furrows over the death of the auxilliary “have” 

in the texts of the younger

if only would can change to wood

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