sean penn begins to grasp your grief
as the baby doll of your dead daughters
loses its head in your throat—there are not
enough words to cancel out the sun
or enough lies to trick your heart into
forgetting to beat, so you scream through
the doll’s eyes into your babies’ silent room
and out of their open window for a reason
that does not exist.
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