Substitute
The pearls of his spine
came unstrung
at a bullet’s bite.
His regal neck
(that Darling-
don’t-you-love-me?-curl)
just hung.
Two red dahlias
bloomed through white down,
dropped petals
on his chest,
dyed the water maroon.
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I bring the brass swan
from junk shop
to bedside,
pack the wound
in its back
with pink plastic flowers,
say Yes, yes, I do,
each night before sleep.
In dreams I go
circling the lagoon
with webbed feet,
calling, calling for you.
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