In
between us
Like
a bed crumb
Ruffles
open
On
behest
Token
lyrics
Mark
the silence
Of
a necklace
Like
a title
On
a forehand
Or
the entrance
Of
a tomb
Have
you noticed
All
the sparrows
Light
as rosebuds
Poor
as butter
Bright
and florid
Warm
as June
Do
they notice
Their
indelible
Stain
on nature
When
they crush
A
sweet bilberry
They
don't worry
About
their blouses
Nor
their edible
Ontological
dilemma
They
just sing and fly
and
mudbathe
They
just puff their little breasts
Do
they suffer in the sunbeat
Do
they die a second death?
So
this gap is
Thin
between us
Like
a magnet
On
a spanner
Should
we ring
Like
bells for Jesus
Should
we boing
Like
lily hammers?
summer 2017
artwork irina savina
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