Dinner

Tonight you’re weaker
shadows pool under your eyes
purple and blue
you never know how to whisper
always using your vocal cords
but tonight
you’re tired
sloping shoulders slipping over the table until your face nearly touches dinner
you’re whispering
truly whispering
about how hard things will be the next few months
salting your meal with tears

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