is the inside of an old permanent marker
an inky black sponge encased in acetate
an inky pipe half buried in a bowl of anise
and cloves - what looked to be a Kandinsky
print next to the pantry is a high school original -
why's a marker's guts in that bowl, I ask her
she takes her tongue between her lips and beams
outside, the limpid white isn't overcast
but a sky too light to be blue
and her answer is too honest to be true.
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