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A contortionist
My legs felt wronged
knowing there
is more to a circus
than ringmasters
and good words,
in the way bodies
twist themselves
in strange ways
as smooth bends
make hungry spines
impatient for unison,
pining for
other ways
loins carve
curves into
arches.
Published 28th May 2023
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Paints a writhe-some picture, especially these verse:
as smooth bends
make hungry spines
impatient for unison,
pining for
other ways
loins carve
curves into
arches.
"My legs felt wronged" - like, I suspect, in a lingeringly aching way afterwards?
as smooth bends
make hungry spines
impatient for unison,
pining for
other ways
loins carve
curves into
arches.
"My legs felt wronged" - like, I suspect, in a lingeringly aching way afterwards?
28th May 2023 7:53pm
28th May 2023 8:48pm
29th May 2023 12:24pm
29th May 2023 7:14pm
You have natural seeming comfort with haptics, use of sparse but impacting imagery. It's been a pleasure reading you.
