DESERT SHAPE: CHRISTMAS POEM

Please, he said, and held his palm open. He said, I'll trade you back. Without
Reaction, or seeming to try; the silver; book; egg. Radiation.
Inside there was silence. Outside, dancers whirl, or cars pass by.
                                                                                                         You're murmuring.
Cling static, sheet wrap. Odd half-moon of a smile, signs: appearing everywhere. You're
Knocked back again. Desert wind slams her, back of the head, lights in the distance.
Lucky coin, it's not. Clear sky.
                                                   But nights here are cold; they take the shape of
Your mouth, twist it, bite you back down to the wire.


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