1547

I can’t tell if it’s a train

or you coming home.

I can feel you

hair in your hands

head in your hands

rain in your hands

wandering.

If you weren’t so sour

maybe you’d have a lover

maybe you’d have a lover -

it’s the sea

who takes you

who is your groom

who undresses you in violet tombs.

I climb

into an empty bed

and speak Arabic to a bald woman

who holds two crows and a man’s

left hand

and I’m breathing into you.

Alexis tripling the threat

leather jacket leather forest

won’t you listen

how capable

I am between dark gears -

oh it’s your lover

again

a sea wall crumbling

a stick man

a blind monk

now what did you want to find…..

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