There’s a different person in each sparkling
Occasion and yes a resentful mirror always
Remembers at best bitterly the way I
touch
The lip of your glass but who cares
it is night
We are in a restaurant and dogs are
barking
Outside at an ocean where maybe monsters
Move in the drowned cockpits of a
lost squadron
I don’t know from whale-bate really because
Everywhere our words melt into forms
of fish
Believe me I think of you in that
city all your life
A necklace of jewel-like moments
this one too!
I think of the picture you took of dried
flowers
You might have meant to water and everybody
Thumbed the picture up when you
posted it onlineYou might have meant to water and everybody
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