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hand over hand
i’m pulling myself together
on this itchy couch again
i’d pull you in
but
i couldn’t help thinking
or
my mouth was tarpaulin

let me start again:
i didn’t mean to say so
much about my plans
so you see my hand
(see?) it’s never either/or now
stigmata ampersand

the morning is the self it’s self evident:
a clattering of blinds:
a mimetic wind:
a sympathetic tremor I’m
a tessela of signs

o I close my eyes &:
fractal inner rings of varicose resign!
coiled dark inside
i’ll open my eyes and clear my
throat when I know it’s time:
AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOUU
AA
OOOO
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