10.11.2013

three sum



in a carpeted region paperclips are wedged between tight fibers
spent staples. thumb tacks. punch holes.

a coffee machine fills alcove 

it sounds like first spit of morning

there is nothing but pad, no matter how high the heels

some doors hang open framing drift of gesture 
 
file drawer is an interrupting railroad

she kneels beside it in whispering hose

he has vision of canyon lands buckled under steel batten

flesh meets flesh at a bend

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