Over summer skin and tables:
Glare-screened bravery
Spreading like a window-cat,
Spidering in veins
Of darker legs,
We anchor the noose
To an unstained ceiling
(a new disease,
afraid of healing)
Soon hands retreat
Into sweatshirted shyness:
First palms, then knuckles
Curl into silence--
A dull, sweet static
Approaching dogmatic--
Familiarizing logic
With assuaging return;
Now we count minor keys
At a slower speed.
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