perry street beach
notes from my fire escape.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
your
brow makes a
mark
large and looming
but not.
swallowed in a husk
peppery swigs
smoky
it's cognac
but not.
your
lips shape a laugh
soundless yet formed
a quiet i can't
define
or understand.
not now or yesterday.
maybe tomorrow
to hold.
maybe not.
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