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We're backstage, giddy with nerves and

tired out of our minds, whisper-laughing as we mess 

with our hair, with each other, try to put on makeup in the dark. 

i stand beneath-
thy broken arms
which once stretched so lovingly
towards thy father sun.

When you pass by,

you will sigh a small “hi.”

and

(of course),

I may not be near–

enough to respond

and 

All I know

Is this is a winter I don’t know

All the crow know

Stand’n on open leaf

Cock’n head in disbelief

Is this winter she don’t know