Begin with the water--
rivers
ripple
from
fingers
stroking
the
surface.
Suppose
you
take
steps
and defeated
the red ghosts' stare?
He'll take
then she'll grab
and a push
pull match
leaves you
here--
breathless and imagining
their thoughts as tools:
wavelengths
tangling and suffocating
you.
And you . . .
just you . . .
teetering.














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