WE WERE ONLY TALKING AND THEN:
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Sneaking into your building late at night. May I crack open the locks, wedge a note
Under your door? The matter closes. You wouldn't blink an eye,
Reach out an arm, or say the word. My watery whirlpool star:
Visible at night only from great distance. Some telegram, or glyph, or graph.
Empty the cartons & contain the mold. The black and broken-bottled
Ink spreads stains across the piles of clean laundry. Folded, fixed, forlorn. Let me
Leave & not be solid, questioned, sold into a merry best estate. Ring promise.
Labeled with a past, a future guess. & not the picture dissolving slowly under your tongue--
& not the silent breath of wind-- We're loose upon it. Body spread to air, my eyes
Not shut, my limbs entangled. Lay back. There is no distance. No
Control. Considering the question. Fought. Or stage directions: You're
Entering the hallway, the water dripping from your umbrella & ruining my rug.


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