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Her ambient expression / in strangled lace.

Poetry | Poetry Tuesday
November 2, 2021

And the eyes hang

like odes. the returns unfinished

by design. light stains experience

and glass moves freely in the blood.

so we remain as baby

Blues. as spreading music. the eyes crushed

into rhythm

a system of seas, a sensation of blades

and I know that light collapses

Into an image of my sister.

Her ambient expression

in strangled lace. for a dark beat

we were unshifting again. asleep

in a structure built between glances

My mind an open stone

a place with uncut edges.

Like my favorite color,

we resist.

In dim waters

In skipping discs