The marble house
Stares back into my glass
Until I slip
And fall
And shatter on foreign wood
My father stares at me
With grayish almonds
Of burning irises
That cut deeper
Than the butcher
And his pork
Which can at least squeal
Before closing its eyes
Upon the earth
Silence feels safe but builds quiet distance
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