We meet again
Over bales of
Newly-pressed cumulus
On streets that run
Vertical like zippers
In a world that neither
Of us finds worth
The compromise.
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Ninety-nine years
Are necessary
For the glue to set.
An epoch initiated
With the stutter
Of two voices colliding
At great speed
Over incalculable gaps.
We speak with our eyes
Closed to avoid theft.
A soul is nonnegotiable
And I’ve no thread to spare.
*
The bevel in an ancient mirror,
The schism of my flesh,
Like a hymen torn,
Like a heart shattered
Mid-defenestration.
You occupy the swatches
Between my stitches
The bare calcified flesh
The currents of rubbery sinew
The interstitial rifts
Of my sordid crest
An album ambiguous
In retrospect.
I was never the girl on paper.
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