“But why had she spoken to him?” p2 (1)
“…the straight-lined horizon…”
over-simplifies distance
without reproach to lack
or slips of tongue
as silence wets
the appetite of shame
and we down suns, really
knock them back, until water
breaks in half at the ‘t’
and we are left to wear
liberation like a short sleeve
that gathers strength lining
the room with moss
and in forgetting to stand
their fall would be
simplified horizontally
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