There is more complicated
time unspooling in three hours than
most here are willing to admit.
Who is not surprised to
find themselves among 'most'?
But you shift in your chair
unalarmed, so I suppose
I should shift similarly.
My tongue, which I had not
often thought of as clumsy,
or indignant,
thinks out loud of your mouth,
although it -
your mouth -
pursed.
Some mysterious sentence
makes its way onto the table:
What a thing that would be:
to extend that "he" or "she"
to some pronoun more familiar
to us both.
Funny thing
that I remember the diagonal
of your eyelids
equal to
the diagonal of your hips.
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