in the cold and almost rain of
a tuesday morning

in the aftermath of
two young boys beaten to death
with grim joy by their mother

money in the slot and then
the sound of your voice

what you say is [i]come home[/i]

what matters aren’t the words
but their weight

the fact that
you mean them despite all
of the pain

how much closer
they bring me to being human

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