The Day I Left

I folded your laundry --

Clothes you ripped off

To feel my skin beneath yours

Gently, one-by-one --

I placed them on a neat stack

in the middle of our bed

In that moment I learned --

What it meant

To have rage so powerful

That it rendered me --

calm

and

quiet

9.3.17

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