WELL WISHER

in this story, the well wisher doesn't come away with the servant's master.

in this one, she draws from her own eyes

the hebrew day always ended at sundown anyway

come away, come away, they say

I will s.t.a.y.


I will offer a cup of cold water and stay

my defender, my loyal friend is here now

he draws from my saltwater well

all's well, all's swell.


sunrise was only the middle,

not the beginning, not the end.

bleeding over us like a tapestry.

the thin paper of this tent whispers in the wind,

like you whispered in the wind,

both nothing

compared to the house my father builds for me.

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