an antique desk that represents moving on

it’s not even cold in here
it’s bereavement to a widow fourth over
something placid and refined
my body aches like the wood in the antique desk she lent to me
before he died
does she know it’s here
baking in the sun
where the arguments of petty rivalries outlast the peace of pestilence

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