2003-01-27
10:15 p.m.
sorry.
the slowest reckoning outside the street turned copper
the bridge foggy and the lights strung
as warning
as warning,
as warmth. i will talk temperature
if you promise to peer out the window
and pretend you didn't just come inside what i have are stills, lapsed but linear,
and it's enough to guess at the story
between a left glance and a right hook.
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