Leaning into the Afternoons


You’ve been whispering to yourself now for so many nights, and I have been mending the windows in the third story attic in my mind. I have no idea what you’ve been writing, that’s certain, but I hope it’s vital …

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will you meet me?
I want to lie with you
on the moist summer grass
of the hilly graveyard
beneath the keyhole stars
above dim bodies braided with the earth

I know a place that can be seen
from no …

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