1
In her envy of space, light,
lies
an absence of gratitude.
2
She mocks my towels
for lack of
luxury.
3
He left a half year silence,
returned,
now half concerned
he'd hurt her.
He had.
4
They
told her to grow up.
She grew them out of
her life.
5
We are hyphenating ourselves to death.
6
There are many senhora and senhoras
but very few samas here.
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