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Retirement Plan

for Nadia

Bones creaking, I will move
into the house you drew for me.

We’ll swim through books
whose words are a scrawling sea.

Beneath that roof like a letter A,
a storm of small feet on the ceiling.

Your face a bright, erratic round
of hope exceeding details, starker than.

My eyes all pupil, smile
eking past my cheeks.