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I ordered the day

I ordered the day
like I order my winter socks.
One pair full of holes.

Like I order rooms
by hammering at noise.
Persistent voices.

Gathered them all up.
Spaces happen in the heel
and then never mend.

I ordered the lamb
and expected to fleece it
of its shorn wool.

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