No one speaks

Once the thimble dropped,
the ogre he was yesterday
stammered a little.
In the weeds, the chill,
and in the threads,
quotation marks.
We put our sparks out
over sky bread.
We left loving for dead.
Where did the words go?
But no one speaks
to us anymore, and
we live in bed alone.

-r. miller

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