Neighbours bath
sticky hair
caught in a trap
bird crumbs left in a moon shaped bowl on the snow capped picnic table.
Guitar mouth
strums me to an event, but I cannot go today.
The house calls me to order
my time is my friend
together we away the webs and
fish in boxes
busy with recollection.
I run a smooth finger
down the groove in your doubt
it feels as hot as my want
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