beating knuckles raw against closet
walls, skin smearing over dents--
from across the room I crawl towards
understanding, smoothing his hair back.
slumped on a box containing a par of
size three shoes, unopened, he weeps.
split between reason and aversion, a
rift of the mind, the lesser part of me
lies on the floor, watching as a new being
forms. she leaves, another self entirely.
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