To the Flowering Plumb out back
                                                            You were right       her diary
                      was behind the dresser                

                                        wrapped in one of the silk scarfs
                                                           she got for xmas 

                The one with the sparrow 
                                  & orchid motif 

                                              You should see the Spanish mustang she drew in pencil 
                                                                                the shading near impeccable 

                Every time I touch it now
a heavy sleep comes for me its mouth half         open like hers was

                                                               Nothing is more holy than the moment 
                                    all four hooves are clean off the ground 

                                         I read that somewhere     I
                                                                         forget where      ​​​​​​​

I really should eat something
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