until her plate was empty
she learned
to binge and purge
her hungry life away
you made me
a heart with your hands
blood-stained
all my rough edges
sanded smooth
we replay
our lowest notes
over and over
these blues wailing
through harmonica bones
the ring
of your heart's bell
grief echoing
through this canyon
calling me to prayer
after the storm
you gathered shreds
of the garden
my bleeding heart
in the small of your hand
shearing back
the forget-me-nots
we planted
beside the sun dial
time and I stand still
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