the soft lock clicks

like a throat clearing

in the apartment below

& i think, again,

of the dog i almost named after my last mistake

-

plastic blinds slice the sun

into manageable portions,

my hand forgets how to write your nameโ€”

but now how it felt

to spell it out in voicemail static

-

how many small gods

live in the hum of the fridge?

i pray to each one

with mismatched socks

& a receipt for a sandwich

i didnt finish

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