Suck in and see what we’re capable of or
I will change and sting like the sea only
Slightly deadened a saltlick a
Briny, brawny queen. Lust passed me at a
Bar and I touch my hand I feel good.7 No
Bleat”/ in the dark noh airy br eath on my
Neck no [com]promise for tomorro no –tin
Foil ‘round my torso or transgression,
Just a few soft crimes in daylight: cloth -
Packed ears like sponges , negotiating
Clothes or razorblade glamour, limiting
Patience/peripheral shadows shallow lung
Capacity filling with cold air. Silence.


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[7] I want sugar/but I shall never wear shame/and if you call that sophistry/then what is love ~Lisa Robertson, Debbie: An Epic


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