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Heather Woodward
i will climb into my pine box
and wait
like i have for so many months
in a sanctuary i've created
by moonlit remembrances
satiated shards of
dime-store recollections
traced and lined
like comic book pages
displayed and lovingly wrapped
in cellophane days
i wait
await
the moment
when you climb up on the pedestal
that i have created....