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Now I'm the one with morning mouth and regret

Morning light through venetian blinds cuts my kitchen into bars

But they never knew you hid rubber snakes in the collection plate

Some bets you place and walk away

What if I fell apart with no one watching

But my hands still make the same turns

I was pulling for a stranger

She knows my order / But not why my hands shake

I bought a ring three months after you left

And your water glass sweats witness

Your tremor tells the truth your mouth won't

Now I'm here at closing, buying dinner for the rain

Rope holds what it holds

I stood two feet back from your warmth

The kitchen holds our careful peace

Turns out leaving is a muscle memory

Dad, are you watching this?

Your mug still holds its shape / But I can't fill it

Burning is easier than feeling empty

Home was your terrible music