Memory Assassin
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
on vacation with Beatrix and Virgil
Stifled fish rot
between metro stops, how I longed
to leap into his paradise shirt
the terrain between chest
and navel featured turquoise fabric
that could only have been seawater
impaled under the watchful eye
of a seamstress or an author.
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