a night without
a slide back through time, to a peach-fizz yesterday bereft of cymbals and carnival-seeking
it's a hollow half-pillow hug and a curl not quite the right circumference
a Magellan of the daylight to map my restlessness
and in the swelter a brief fly singed between a black plane
beyond a river not meant for swimming
and a here when found, a trial
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