I wear your charred pinky
around my throat:
the last of your  bones
cradled in sapphire.
I imagine you drifting
with the river where we left you,
I imagine the pyre.

wear our parting like a crane:
let it demolish the statue
I hid inside
for decades.

“resuscitation”

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