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November 11, 2009

Duct Work

He took a weekend job
rehydrating dried tears
for a nickel a drop.

He crawled
into crow's feet
and chipped salty residue
from eyes that
almost forget
how to cry.

He became obsessed
with saline
often siphoning
client reserves
for his personal use.

He drowned
a few years later
in a pool
of stolen tears
and lifeless
with eyes
that had long lost
the ability
to cry.

1 comment:

Anomie said...

I dig this with both my hands