after we gather

After we gather
the half-full cups sit on windowsills
on tables, on the lid of the
toilet
while the cheese-slick boxes sit in their
tapered piles, like monuments
sinking beneath the sand.
After we gather
I awake sometime in the sunlight
in a place that I cannot name
with a head full of sealing screws
wondering where the day slipped off to
and hoping you never forgive me.

 

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