startled dark Dr Antonia Pont
you can’t unsee what you’ve seen there are (& we make) too many words these do not create closeness this—this thing you/we /they want—grows under undocumented conditions in the red-hued, startled dark we are designed to huddle in groups & I fail at the huddling & to muster myself to pass muster those who do surgery on rhythms on the little strings we call saying (‘explaining’)—there is no mercy for us who in revealing the world reveal our tender selves, our rushing, scarlet meat-bodies —when the corner of your vision fell dark you asked that wordless question (having learned waiting): we saw calm all about your eyes softness in the hot, unsettled flanks.
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