sorry I said
sorry—you were almost there
that night
and sorry—for the mess
my skin is woven
from straw
& therefore
prone to
slow splitting
& knives
in general
same you said
same that crowds
make you jumpy
& disappointment
wraps you often
like an afghan
of fresh pelts
home to flies
& putrid
& ******
& that
forebears a
partnership in
liquescence
sure we said
sure we can try
& see
if tandem is best
or single is for the
better because
happy alone
& happy
together are
commensurate
& equivalent
& sorry
I am so slow to
peer out a new
window at newly
spring'd trees
under a new blaze
of hot yellow light
& not
feel like a slug
in a salt bath
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
sorry I said
sorry—you were almost there
that night
and sorry—for the mess
my skin is woven
from straw
& therefore
prone to
slow splitting
& knives
in general
same you said
same that crowds
make you jumpy
& disappointment
wraps you often
like an afghan
of fresh pelts
home to flies
& putrid
& ******
& that
forebears a
partnership in
liquescence
sure we said
sure we can try
& see
if tandem is best
or single is for the
better because
happy alone
& happy
together are
commensurate
& equivalent
& sorry
I am so slow to
peer out a new
window at newly
spring'd trees
under a new blaze
of hot yellow light
& not
feel like a slug
in a salt bath
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