another interlude
in bed away from all that summer
divorced from
heat unless
it pours beneath the
skin
flaming brown forearms are
all you see for days the eye
unfocused puzzles at the clock
Tuesday to Friday all
gone
into that sneaky
sickness space
where everything is
aspic stuck together
stopped as a corpse’s heart
everything but
pain
get well Kerri
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it runs on aspic too
Yes. Dear Kerri. Hope you are feeling much better very soon.
ReplyDeleteThank you Robbi, I am today feeling a bit more like myself. Thankful it is happening in Summer.
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