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she wriggles like a worm in slush and washes her face in my secrets she laughs in the hollow of a kernelled blade of grass and then wades slowly through my awkwardness sometimes she chars the distance between you and … Continue reading
uncertain, distant, she turned away; I trembled as I felt it; in her eyes- the silence of knives
I take the streets one flight at a time. The traffic a cannon thrown out at sea. The flotsam of cigarette butts.The lights an electric riff uncorked in the thyroid gaze of smogged mall windowpanes. And fingers of dust grating … Continue reading