Haruspicy

                        I un
                raveled
        you
                        r sweater—
the checked creamsicle one—
and knitted its entrails
into a calico.
Stuffed her with sawdust—
from the cabinetry
        you couldn’t finis
Laid her on the patio—
beneath stuttering wind chimes
        you hung.
She watches the clouds collect
and cries
before I do.
    

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