Left Song

1 May 2017

She smiled glass through sunshine, which
steals and swallows until
Pain like | hot wires coil
I stretch, unspooling, fingers long
empty space. Hollow as your throat
laughter licks up into
small spaces words have

left song

echoes or unprotected skin
she smiled.  The needle breaks like new sound.
I haven’t seen a mirror in days
Anaesthetic | metal
heated and split, blood pressing up—
dripping down slow. Heavy as | the consent documents
word-rush, want-spill—no, don’t touch
on the desk.
light as | splintered bone

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