fluted champagne and voluptuous cries, and kissing.
closing the separations and exchanging sincethens
we were landless. we were rolling down a grass hill and
counting stars, looking for deer with flashlights. floating, togetheragain
and later in that album on the table in the hall
i saw crushed windows, a torpedoing jag of empty,
blue lips a snagged a rusted hole and silent.
swaddled. embraced. one photograph of a never
and my heavywellstowedlid slipped aside.
and the clean and creamy hotel walls were too fine
to house the bared the springing the gusts shoving
loose from that unearthed tiny coffin inside me.
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