26 August 2010
30 April 2025
original poem included background image
slip
and in the peaceable
kingdom not the
porcelain
curve of your
waist
but the slip
between your lips
and your words
in the propinquity
that will become your
conscious
decision
I play
randomly
assigned and
assuaged
and over the
sere sighs
for the foundlings
that finger
your hem, you see
further than they
or I
either