you
are
granny knitted
dna habits
till a stitch drops
&
context lets a quirk get in
~
you disappear from each other
youve children now
& in-laws
your bedroom bohemia
is sad-bright nostalgia now
tho
to
me
it
seems only yesterday ago
~
youre fed into
a pulsing beige ether
it feels like
diluted like homeothapy
your identity
but a pip
of
obligation
ego a hungry dog in the dark
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