
first sitting, and then standing in the way back
trying to see from there
saw she watched her watching
sort of like ending a sentence while speaking
she is perfectly round buttons falling off a dress
metal stinger at the drop of a pin
porchlite winter when
she couldn't hear or breathe the altitude
we have here
sour dampened shoes
she makes a list to me
she takes the smoke and sews it in the air
for keeping
power to the powerful
flipping side to side while sleeping
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