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Name A Tear After You

Name a tear after you
It would not fall

Morning leans in
cold on the lashes
a brightness I couldn’t enter

It stayed
a small glass seed
lodged behind the ribs
wintering

No letters, no sound
Only this
a hard, clear silence
refusing thaw

I carry it
like a period of ice
at the end of a sentence
I no longer read

And still
somewhere warmer
water begins to move
through the chambers
touching the frozen name
until it blurs