for robin

this world has
taken so much of her
the sister she held
hands with even
in sleep, the hero
who told her
he'd never
let go

as he
drove her
away from
the scene of
the crime
his mind
a blueprint
of the days
they would
have

she has
given miles
miles of men
and women everything
except sex and the incense
she uses to summon
her own, she has
fed them all
but her
bones

she has
kept the dust of
both homes in
lockets of tin
like simple pleasures
mixed with sin -
medals melted
down to fillings
to fill her teeth
for her smile
is hers

she has
kept one pinned
to her skin
to remember
her strange palace
of within, how
many miles
from sleep
she has gone
through to
return to
her childhood bed

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