| anything over zero is zero anything over one is itself a bed over zero is a funhouse mirror aimed at a cloudy sky a sky and its clouds over zero a storm over one is an infinite storm a night over one is a kiss over zero and the minute hand eating its tail is a red ear on a wet pillow the memory of laughter is a lamp over one one inhales before one sighs a lamp over zero is zero the hole in a satin sheet slowly ate up the yellow till splitting the hem the hole was unleashed like a kiss a long kiss over zero Copyright © 2015 by George David Clark. Used with permission of the author. |
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