Poem: No New Day

The days return 
familiar moments
eyelashes point at paper
no words can dance on
flower faces open
look inside the window
fingers weave the story of us
a braided rug used to 
cover the blemish
On my shoulder you perch
squawk as a chore, 
as a word to cross off
Your kiss is a temporary tattoo
placed onto my flesh with spit

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