Maybe your muttering heels calcified these seeping vowels. Lost habits or what’s left, fed on light and diction. Maybe yours, they grew. Knotwork, in the splits of sidewalks, here: harden our utterance. Leach loose antonyms along some jawline: sand and gravel. Water. Lime. Unattended handprints, things we never thought to stroke again are here, there […]
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