Monday, March 21, 2016

The Great Usurper

During the day 
the air is clear

and disappears 
into the blue—

and at night 
when the air

ain't there,
I disappear

into you.

I steal your name
pretending this

locality is every
thing to living—

and when I lay
with you and

give it back,
all is instantly


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