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Stranded with Manners
Abroad in some sunnier yard
a cup clatters, slicing innocuous
remnants naively
from it's china
elsewhere...
elsewhere...
***
Fine as my fragility, tissue glass...this skin
I am choice - a hostess
I make no clinking
No issue
No issue
My chicken-wing scapulas
itching bare
cold sweat
my new, near-evening dew
crying into flaccid grasses
I'll be so good
I'll let it pass
-
pre-morning moaning
a melting nightchill
And the sun scales deafly over
while childhood is pried
nullified
beneath weighty limb and will
A recess time deeper leagues
my
my
mariner mind
sailed to fairer airs and fare
My vessel seized
a tempest of silence diseased
this hill - spoiling child breath
I could assemble my toys...
...after,
have a bit of tea...
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