
opacities, royal park
out on the circle
where swallows cut sky
we settle, invade
thigh-high grass
picnic on each other
stein for deleuze, a
rug’s thickness shy of
the australian gothic
i short-throw hope
like there’s no
delusion, just mutual
rosy opening
we swapmeet sweet
heady nothings, note
the presence of the
absence of something
on one elbow, your
hair backlit, you
declare yourself my
covid curtain lover
i skirt the unspeakable:
lover or lovee, see
you rise on cold feet
to shake the blanket
backpedal, gaze on
policed, peopled oblongs
such empathy in your
hard lockdown heart
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