Just Everything

if never ever, then so what
dinners at the sink for life
that sudden riddled scrap
somebody else’s never-mind

always some anyway plan
to steel the heart or seal the gap
or conjure up old plots
you thought were new, you

when you thought the stranger
in your house loved you
that, and just everything

. . .

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