the throatiness of your voice naked like a rug of fine jungle under your words i walk home stolen part of my brain social a mythical breakdown a mysticism of canals someone mistook me almost hid behind a skin a shield of leather haphazard radio sputtering around my fingers water runs uphill fish fly upside down hills rise past the point where you can see them touch the sky safe in its vast blue ocean buckets of talk liquid joy a fish came home in good weather after a long walk in the desert your voice travelling under its finsfrom Cyclone Fence (2007)
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Buckets of Talk (for Judy)
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