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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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