Go the distance. If the password is over. Don’t tell them the stone is fallen. Water. Bridge. Damn. The parable of decent living giving radio transmission. Don’t tell them you’re sick. Devon cream. TV antenna. Rabbit ears. Ghostly companion. At midnight, the best time to part the veil. Nine days in the camp. Rings on fingers signifying import kept hidden. Cadence on a string of things. Times in the kitchen. Countdown to listening. Hearing the table talk before you. Inner wax. Youthful vigorous against it stance. It is more careful than you realise. It is still here even if you’re not. See how easy it is. Shadow tells you in between the shoulder blades. When there’s a limit, there’s a way.
I can wait for the rest. I can wake up in a boxcar, see the flies in his mouth, getting drunk on his breath.
I can say it. I can say I am. I can carry water to the stove. Done.
I can dream about her opening the door. This time I will let her in.
Sometimes she wants to see me naked and I’m ready to be seen.
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