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The image of Alice

Our wedding tape faded to mostly white noise
and pieces of cake, grains of rice raining down on tin roofs.
The plates are still on the kitchen table
and the bookmark askew
on the open pages of the dictionary of phrase and fable
in which she loved to read before falling asleep.
She said it was her way of controlling her dreams,

You’re home.
Since that day the downpour came
My feet warily treading the porch towards the squeaky screen door
You took me in to tend to the fire with sweet little nothings
and change the litter box
though the cat was always out,
as was the fire cause it was summer year round

the windows are stained with late afternoon sun light
fragments that won’t focus
the cat door squeaks,
her paws wet with snow as she balls up by the radiator
You’re just a ghost in this house
the image of us dries up like the cat’s wet foot prints
Your home in which I’m squatting
To feed the cat and turn the heat up so the pipes wont freeze

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Pieter van de Sande
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