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Light Being

You sit next to me, dishabille, with

the curve swelling

 

Dressed in the patterns of Sunday paper

afternoons (airplanes crashing)

Looking at your hair

blown by wind over the pillow. Lipstick. Sun

comes through the ocean screen ‑ a wet calm

from juniper trees outside.

 

The cat plays in a blue light camisole

We threw off the bed. Tweesers

next to a hair. Rarebit in

the stewpot. Kinch. Rind.

 

I felt your own hot tears on the

back of my neck last night ‑

 

You didn’t even ask me what was wrong.

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