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Spaghetti knots

come into us

what are we talking about

when we are taking about we

and what has come between

the two of us now

who are too tough to admit

that we are hurt and bleeding

but not quite dead

because we put our hands

on each other to stop the cuts

from showing us

how much we can say

with our other open flaps

that talk about

how many people are left

to die

like us

and how many more

are left to be killed

*

when we were kids

there was a forest

that would

come into us

with skies overhead and holes below

and grass that hid

great tracks of rabbits

and mice that would eat

from your hand if you could tell them

to come into us

with the right food

like cheese

but not all kinds

because different mice like different food

and different hands

like my brother’s

who bought gouda

brought it out

waited

nibbled at it from hunger

heard a mouse

loosened

squeaked

come closer

come into us

and smiled

though a mouse didn’t know much about that

as it came into us

and he clobbered it with a stone

blood everywhere

on the skies

the holes

and the grass that hid

great tracks of rabbits

and mice that would eat

from your hand

and forget you had two

that could come into us,

and with the right tool,

into it

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