What’s
in the head
with
the library?
More
than a corpse.
Words
meander
over
circuits of breath;
a
shade moves
up,
then down.
Are
you naked?
Stepping
out from the shower,
a
ghost hitches up its scars.
Talk,
damn you!
Once
upon a time
our eyes closed
our eyes closed
in
tandem, in silence.
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