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the clock in the kitchen has stopped
at a quarter to nine. i have discovered
‘the garden’. my playlists have taken
a blue turn. lonely in the tent when it falls
over. you’re standing on a cliff
with your back to me. nothing unique.
emotions temporary. flowers brief.
the stars look deliberately esoteric,
the moon particularly
at sea. i’m on my knees
at the bottom of your hill.
i’m in disguise
as a gargoyle.
the woman i want to be
& is cruel as silk sheets.
i don’t have time for love
but for you i’d drop everything –
please let me.