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Sonnet for My Birthday 2014

July 7, 2014

These grains from the Sea, from my walk
along the beach fall from my shoes, mix
with the morning-grey dust under the bed
the combed-away hair, fallen skin flecks
forgotten boogers, the dust of the stars.

The sea rolls the rocks to sand, my heart
beats away my life, each beat one less.
The sand I bring in to my room, the dust
that falls from my clothes is Baudelaire
Mary Magdalene, Charlemagne, my mother.

Reader, someday I will be in your room
look for me in the star-dust under your bed

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