sonnet 2

I go to my bench all crying
called from and to the step
so what pools are oil sounds
warning sounds tearfully afloat
I push my eyeball back ouch
all blurry in the back row
your tearstained ballgown
crackles radio magnificently
what’s your sad place like
you said who owns it any
way what really even is it
police in our happy place in
place holding the zero out
on the bench to bleach the eye

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