she had gone behind the curtain

cloying fingers built;

mulled lilac worries pinned gently with bows

small breath; anxious angles of the mouth

captured, recaptured, recaptured again

twenty-twenty field of view

unfolding wider wilder;

and then a concession.

temper the seams

a passive crusade

fuchsia

chewed

 

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