i loved you more than these poor bones could ever take
some holes
are cleaned up
the emptiness
scraped out of them
until they can
be refilled
with something more
unholey.
some holes
are so holey
they have no
edges. nothing
left to scrape against,
when you try
to scrape out
the emptiness.
some holey holes
with no edges
to define the hole
from the unholey
have to be removed,
so there's nothing
to have a hole in.
and something
impossible
to grow holes in
is put in the place
of the hole's
hole.
so it's like
a double hole,
the holey of holeys.
covered up
so no one can see it,
except the person
who knows it's
there.
the person who
has to miss
two things, now,
instead of just
one.
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