It is April
It is getting warmer all the time
Milk-eyed and swimming
He
(all messed up teeth and wanting/losing)
Shuts the door and he is gone.
He is like a sweater sewn up at every edge
Or a box taped up from the inside
And there is nothing you can do except wait for April to pass
There is nothing you can do because he has gone
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