I’d worked it down to a crimson delinquency
fast like the car she drives but it was
the soda cracker bop gulag that breached
the velum of my prize.
velum
sweet root rancor
proportions laid in silt
jujitsu
in dark glasses
read the place I leave for you
coins
in rain
a cloud bruised sea
silked to rim
licking out licking in
the mean while
its mauve hesitant
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