Closed for Inventory







Closed for Inventory


no more, I say no more
and listen to myself lie
and self-destruct
the Wailing Wall is closed
for inventory

    and there you are again
sleeping by my side

I think it's someone else reading
Santa Teresa of Ávila in the penumbra
staring at the bodies
in the mirror
but I must trust myself
and take that big NO
to the bank
then head back home
into the arms of another man

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