Done

I wanted to have a retinue, to be
married, to do. I wanted a house

and some kind of picket fence.
A knife, one of several, in a block.

A plate of crystal with facets cut
into its cheeks. Be careful what

you wish— a button undone
can lead to more buttons than

your fingers can undo. An eggshell
dome cracks under the soft

weight of a spoon. Is there a double
yolk inside that guesthouse for two?

I practiced signing a new name
until it learned me by heart. I shucked

it off but somewhere, there are books
and things stamped with that shape.

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