don’t stall your thermometer
for my afflictions
the bed itself is a sea of sorting
dampened corners, dreary window
my french fines
for your capped porridge
the glyphs: petro- and heiro-
concert their meanings
umber, charcoal, leafing through pale stones
each other kiss
a word, a folded book of talking
gestures drawstrung
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