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two days after our second vaccination it’s starting to get darker earlierthe glass is glossy with the lampyou left on yesterday morningyellow glow in a box above the sinkthe oatmeal sick on the table, a sinking spoontoo nauseous for dinner, thechair holds my unmoving.a persistent weight my head shifts towards the window, almostcreaking, it’s really starting to get darker sooner,or: how long has…

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only peanuts

didn’t know it then didn’t know you’d return not only to back of my head also mouth less touch less being if i’d known then i’m telling you if i could see me now rotating across the lazy susan in the siew mai basket eyes shut leaning against that one paiseh piece i’d have done the blush look away giggle stick out my tongue anyway flaunt the peanuts i’d snuck from the saucer way before you arrived

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and the moment we said it

(and the moment we left the parcels where we never meet) the river between cracked into half, horrendously silent, before rushing again elsewhere, losing its hold. i’m falling in love with you a little bit, i’d sent, hoping you’d hear it in a voice that might sound even a bit like mine, though we both know the timbres of each other’s voices are blankets of dust. when i arrived home two weeks ago,…

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on the other side of grills the fascia of sky is taking down its own thunder , laying its arms down for me

on my

knees, a raptap penalty for choosing, to leave you in the other place, where it is still cool, resisting spring –––––––– on either side i begin referring to the other as home

how much can this take? i will dig my fingertips into these k…

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outside, the sky is recalling

its children. these are the bulbs of light turned on and off through the night, the ghost lamps of theatres obscured only by the tribune as you open the door to peer in.

undeterred by time, nightfall, in its daily quarantine, has named each of them. do you recognise the feeling when forgotten cousins materialise in batches at a gathering? to have erased every relation (who’s whose brother? second…

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Dear second cousin once removed,

I hope this porto has disembarked on your shores, and finds you well in these strange and uncertain times.

When the hands above tossed a part of you down my throat, it was only your father’s voice I heard. Saturation, blindness – the taste of Scheveningen, strands of hair from storm after storm, his indeterminate coordinates begging for a puddle to lie in… congratulations on your inheritance.

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this is a poem that has been written too quickly, so quickly it has sewn all its scenography, sung every costume, delivered its soliloquy skipping every other word. this is a poem that has been written so quickly the performance is over when i arrive, and i find myself both maker and spectator, standing between the tribune and the stage, entangled in the echoing of applause. it trembles around my

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shards of glass

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light sleep

(backlog poetry from months back)

when i finally click the lights out, push apart the curtains and creak into bed, the dutch comes tumbling off your tongue, pushing past your lips into un in tell i gi bi li ty. i begin laughing, and your reply sounds almost indignant, like the way one rearranges blankets in her sleep.

i have never known you better. each time i finish a sentence y…

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living room centre silent centred empty somewhere bedroom the blue-fringed windows heat of misses the frosted missing edges edges,,,,, ages,,,,,,, i remember a self from warmth a softness in the skin of the child at home

this is how you see me still this is how you place me shifting i did not move …

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Dear sweet voice across the sea

Do you love what you do?

Does your heart flush rose and pounding with your siren sounds on the landline? My eyelids fall as you detail the arrows flying from all the way there; will you outline clause after clause of possibility, till we’re both covered in milk and flour? Perhaps they’re from another office; no doubt they are. Even your Skype handle represents…

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this morning i woke up happy – in many senses your world to a certain point formed itself seats away from mine. someone else at the wheel, another mother, another brand of leather so you smell different. your nose has been trained in another gear. you’d catch perfume on me if ever present, know somehow i was up with the light, and still stay misty. you’d accept whatever words i’m making up. you…

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