10:32—How are you?
I want to tell him I’m watching
a murder—the boy in the carpark blowing out the brains
of a dandelion clock,
my hand a foam finger in the window.
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One step forward two steps back Three bodies lay bloody
on an open track One had a gram, one had a knife
Reason enough to take a life…
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On a necklace made of common shells from the ferry place in Cebu,
I twisted every bead on plastic string
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My love does not fit into a box
It dances around it, pulling it this way and that to form a new shape made by the touch of
our lips
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when it began PERSON A SAW PERSON B as a fantasy made flesh…
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“stammer: to make involuntary stops and repetitions in speaking”
I’ll wonder why you find it so tiresome –
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