| Tuesday by James Belflower We read obsession over the Sunday comics; "but why does he squat outside?" Questions still bucking and braying; my eyes are strong but void of answers. It must be 1:30. Call me "babe" again; I love that. The sofas' crushed as circus women slip from the trapeze; words are nurses with brawny shoulders, who maintain an aroma of cinnamon. "I don't?" . . . sleep now, I will have all the answers on bright Tuesday. | |
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