OVER DINNER

by mackenzie kozak

 

 

he says     you have put flowers on the table

but no food

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and i say     there are

mirrors in the bedroom     mirrors

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we are floating in the field

where he once tried to live alone

our heels grazing specific blades of grass

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                i say     when roots cover my eyes

he     too many thin dark lines

he     abandoned clocks

he     taupe rings in a glass

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i say     living between white doors

what could you expect     he       what shrill

voice you have

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the field goes unnamed and wears

no blossoms    only a few trees close to the horizon that turn slowly        are heads turning to hear us