the morning after

she erases herself and is reborn
with the swiftness of a mercy killing.
she tightens the towel at her breast,
clean as soap in your eyes.

with the swiftness of a mercy killing,
she draws her words tangent to the truth
clean as soap in your eyes
a flutter not more than a heartbeat.

she draws her words tangent to the truth.
attached to the convexity of dreams,
a flutter not more than a heartbeat—
as easy as buttering morning toast.

attached to the convexity of dreams,
she tightens the towel at her breast.
as easy as buttering morning toast,
she erases herself and is reborn.

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