Page 34 - Interim 32.1 [2015]

All is calm.
hunted
We hold on out of our burning—
the world casts borders An hour faces another hour.
there is no way all is bright we become
solid again what can never be seen.
of where her curve once was
beneath our roof.
its position
hold down like air.
Market the flesh,
Subtly worn,
I slip out of our way,
across the shoulderland,
toward the half-opened-invigorate world. watches the off-shore boats...
My husband...
the flower
Rains come over the image
to atmosphere (until) we silk the fire (until) as we hide here among
hipland, outerland
ease the wrap onto my body
whatever sounds fled
where the last breath hides.
watch
I turn
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