and when in love do we generate self? a child
asleep on a staircase
who we tiptoe past, careful to speak
in whispers. when did we love? and when did we
share the countless steps
toward sainthood,
tied in matrimony tied
between us. And where
in those binding shelters have we
placed our foundations -- between walls
or collapsed in silence?
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