Joint thing
I’ve got too many, too
slip under the desk of
an anatomist
so I sunk under
water, I said nothing because
compression
darkness moves upward
from the underneath.
I’ve got too little for
a speckled island,
and you’ve got too much
just to be, anyway,
don’t feel so badly
about years of isolation.
I used to have a camera
but it wouldn’t
have seen you
Anyway,
I’ll take the heat
when you’ve got
the freezing stuff
keeping it all
together, flexed &
elongated
taking a brand new
face on in
a jelly memory.
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