April 30, 2007
To Rachel of the Brim...
how your linen cup linen porch, like wood,
cream the invisible body, and me,
loss /beauty /imagine the sun or the souring invisible body,
i thought the fall
liquid moments fall into accident
drying laced afternoons
then wood, milk fingers on linen
handle handle tightly, you,
accidents drying on rim stability,
broken, our cup of heat souring
it's souring on a rim afternoon,
touching touching bottom sun
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