extraction

I sit on the staircase
sew drooping eyes on that doll
her glossy frock is now muddy
I drop purple kisses on her head
I forget about that hook I lost,
that gourd which turned bitter;
the duck I plucked before
now my fingers extract love
“plant it so that mind and matter merge together”
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