as our pure stone gains a weak door / as this weak servant alters this lesser frame / as a double frame gains this wounded roof / as this lesser roof counts thy mighty frame
pick up an orange and press // the skin, feeling for strings where they // shouldn’t be. Open the door // Some ancient instrument // washes your floor.
Your arm is around his torso. Your torsos are against a tree. Pan circles this question in a book he’s reading about emotional disease. You sit on a volcano. Beneath you is a village, behind that a sunset. He crushes clover in his fist like a jaw eats a salad.
explosives / strapped to a bridge, / a poorly / trained militia, / a palace / stripped to the level / of jail, / the Euphrates’ / leisurely descent / to desert.
after autocorrect said losing my boyfriend = losing my life raft
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