The Ballad of Arahitogami
portrait of a glove
Thursday 17 September 2015
when the sun went down
caresses without biting
fly quickly like yesterday's echo
and then!
fly quickly like a quarter pounder down a metal trough
liberated from military service
flattening rebellious nails
durable as faithful
a dead leaf that was
you are not a hallucination
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