January 2023
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and calmly thought

and calmly thought

nights in arms tied
in beds, under covers turning

urges into moonlight, a microscope,
fear

 

 

← high on the feather rise →

 

 

and deep asleep while you houdini yourself
out and away

into wild open facials

what is paint and where does it go?

what is the point and where will it prick next?