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Holding Space
Holding Space
Fairy Godmother
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Give us the grace to follow your blessed saints
In all virtuous and godly living
That we may come to joy
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Let me see you breathe.
In the double green kitchen, when the hours run thin.
She boils her fears until the meat falls off
And we sit together again at the plastic picnic table
Chipped with childhood paint,
And we return
Without our old selves.
She picks at the bones over our tea,
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A false start,
I have no words.
Two cats, half a pepper. April's bottle on the shelf,
empty.
A knife, clean for now.
Twelve years old: it was dogshit and sad eyes
Sentience returning at dark, the opposite
Of what they say happens to humans.
I ran through the creeks, poison ivy, calling her name.
A sewing room, where no one lost their virginity.
Diet coke in flats, a jacuzzi tub, decorated in dust.
A scale, recently cleaned.