anaWhisper

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There is thisthere is this: the straits of your lips thawed out, hands splayed in symmetry under the anatomy that makes us fallible / —morning will come to ask for you and what will you say then?—

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Dec 31, 2012

for December.necks of half-stripped trees are woven / tightly, we expect winter has been fleeing, / slipping out into the night, leaving us empty

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Dec 26, 2011

UntitledNovember began / with stiffened fingers, / a few hazy mornings,

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Dec 12, 2011

rain.a pastel shade clouds sunlight from the sky / barefoot along pavements tracing / gentle patterns on skin

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Feb 24, 2011

Untitled…to be the spaces / between your ribs, / gaps along frets

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Feb 6, 2011

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