Flat
Movement is rigid on concrete paths
Twisting my neck to listen
to the bellowing train; it sounds like birds to me
Twisting my neck to listen
to the bellowing train; it sounds like birds to me
Then the dog yaps forcefully
I take off the sunglasses to see
Checking credit balances to visit the idea of decent wine
We are flat-broke
I taste the pithy breaths of air instead
He was burning hot
He was so sorry when I left
I feel a pull back to his side
as I notice the permeating light from a repentant sun
I taste the pithy breaths of air instead
He was burning hot
He was so sorry when I left
I feel a pull back to his side
as I notice the permeating light from a repentant sun
But I do not go back; I choose the alleyway
I let my thoughts trace an urge to run bare in the tree-cob acreage
The cold air is challenging for the man chopping wood
We have on the same utility coats
To protect our breasts from the buzz of electricity
To avoid injuring the heart
To avoid injuring the heart
Walking past the community garden
I decide there is no harm in a 9-dollar bottle of red
Besides, nobody has removed the felled ginkgo tree
I decide there is no harm in a 9-dollar bottle of red
Besides, nobody has removed the felled ginkgo tree
And the roots took a fence pile up with it
What does any of it matter?
I walk deeper
I am never alone anymore
not often
not often
He wants more sex, more wanton nights
I want more running and jumping, too
I want more running and jumping, too
His body won't always work that well
He’s much older than me
I should get my money’s worth now
He’s much older than me
I should get my money’s worth now
I approach the ice-covered pond
and decide there’s a metaphor in there somewhere
But I am tired
I know better
I am full of mistrust
And the sun is turning everything an apologetic coral
And I watch as the dove lands gently on the rime
and decide there’s a metaphor in there somewhere
But I am tired
I know better
I am full of mistrust
And the sun is turning everything an apologetic coral
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