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Red dress.
Cool. Walnut
air. As always
we’re ships in a bottle
cutting bare
foot through a memory.
A crazy woman dances
alone. Talking
to a hologram.
Listerine mouth. Listening mouth.
Do I have your attention now?
your voice
leaves little moons
in every vowel. matchsticks and glances.
we’re tripping over cobblestones
it’s the dream
with the milk carton city —
windows
alive as lovers
your breath must be
walnut breath. Hours pitter
patter on a roof
that keeps your head dry, my
fish in a bottle.
whack a few more words around.
spread
blobs of love like pancakes and wait
for one to bubble.
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