as I child, I strained my eyes
to blur the world and saw nothing
out of the ordinary.
this might have been the first time
my heart was broken.
the sun trembled.
I stared into the glow
and saw stars in school.
I caught a glimpse of
a nun pouring milk over
a boy’s head in the hallway.
I blurred my eyes
and saw nothing but snow,
a fluttering of doves,
a smooth ghost sailing
down the nape of his neck.
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