Tonight
the stars were like those stuck in an orchard while train cars passed and two animals had no where to escape to
surrounded by four ceiling high mirrors
each holding a vessel of her heart
one a key hung from wire in a room where blood fell from a grizzlies nose
two a fountain in which the color of pain flowed like heroin being shot through shared veins
three a star spangled flag running crimson stripes into a sheet of hand woven roses
four a tiny being in a printed dress laid to rest.
Her hair turned black.
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