Dust settles in rooms around the house
a few mice move around while we sleep
I fold my fears into warm towels before bed
and give them to the closet to keep
overnight while your cat with cancer dies
a little bit more each day
and I wonder if I can be anything
more than a place behind my eyes,
move out to touch your tears
that settle on her bones,
bear these hands to trade with others
that will wash and dry the dead.
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