I’m afraid of ruining it
before it’s even begun
A word can ruin it
I probably already have
after all, the first word I’m,
the second afraid. What a sad way
to start a world
Tiny porcelain heads
a cheap brass menorah
bundles of weeping cherry twigs
The world ruined
the world not ruined
the world ruined
And I can’t even hold you
as it happens
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