Wednesday, January 11, 2023


—SUNSHINE GO AWAY TODAY, I DON’T FEEL MUCH LIKE DANCING

 

Base Note

 

You and I are

two thin threads 

pale reeds

twins in a way 

all that 

thirsty lust

we share

as brethren

or solemn prayer

swallowed whole

inside a hollow glass 

that leaks but 

never drips.

Who would have thought 

we’d be the ones 

to bury each other

without even leaving 

a note behind 

without ever 

bothering to utter

the word Help?

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