I saved in a vial all the tears from exes
gasping, begging me to stay, from my father
the last words I said to him twisting like a knife,
and from my own crocodile self pity.
I mixed in rich pigments of hazel,
whiskey brown and crushed ice blue
and with a brush of hair gathered up from around my apartment,
cleaned out of the shower and the couch cushions and the pillows on the empty bed
and a handle made of cruel stoic heart-of-oak
I made the perfect reflection of my heart.
It’s a masterpiece.
A fully realized vision.
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