The Knife, Sharpened
I sold
the diamond ring, swept
the corners of the rooms, slept
with a pine branch
beside me.
How long
it has taken to find every stray
clipping to throw into the fire.
The wolf in the bed
said, You owe me,
you opened
your door.
How long
does it take, yarrow
on the doorstep,
wedding dress
given away,
a pint of blood
taken, all bribes
returned
all debts paid.
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