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The Primitives

by Meg Smith

I could build my home
with sewn red stars
and cats with button eyes.
We’d remember them,
and line them on the fence
in the blue night.

Well, come,
sit with me.
We are too long apart.
You’re cast in the comet haze now,
but I know you can sew
your own path.
I know you know the canon
of button-eye cats.

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