“Hereditary”

The truth behind the un-matter of a

relative’s tea table staring at you as the

day licks the edge of that velvet saucer

she called a palm which once held a

pair of shining yellow eyes the lashes

stuck to the bottom of a stranger’s

bathtub.

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