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memory/& my

mind nailed

the porch to

the sun /how

tight the material/& she

with a need that could

seed me/not every-

thing here is to

scale/but what

warded off want/and

her mouth had a voice

I’ve embedded

with skin/to say the day is

a taste I cant seem to

finish/but then desire

was never the point/so the

story ends here/with

the grass burnt

yellow by the

light & the

way she sped

up still stuck

to my hand