
situations create
obligations
the dried channels
of long dead rivers
my etched face
missing them all
a day moon sails
in the blue wind
grade school inhaling
a mimeographed
pop quiz
film noir
a slim curl of smoke
from the barrel
wallpaper layers
stripped back to the rosebud pink
of their first night
coming home
the veins grown dark
on old hands
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