all over the surface

By | 1 August 2015

all over the surface of the thick-set motel in the pool in her hair on the children’s breath in the sandstone cave at the visitors’ centre behind his larynx in the queue of planets in the muscle cramp in the fossil’s jaw drifting out of the lamp as they slept on the strings of the harp on the floor in the carton of milk on the casual brink in the astronaut’s mouth at the bowling club on her shoulders when the temperature dropped on the specials menu in the red bow-tie on the cask of wine on display in the fine arousal of trees just beyond the turn-off to the national park

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