Thursday, September 14, 2023


dizzy with composition
but otherwise ordinary
                                         the body buds 
                                        just like a fist
history may recede or 
burst--busy with horror
                                       how could I trust
                                       its cold epilogue
to welcome me like kin
or to drag my silences in 

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