she loved
a roll of duct tape.
silver and wide.
she fixed
the bird
cage with it.
sealed a window
where the wind blew
through,
wrapped it around
our shoes
when the bottoms
came loose.
where's the duct tape
she'd yell,
when the rain
came through
the ceiling, when
a tile fell off
the roof.
I wish I had it now
to wrap
my two sisters in.
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