The city's got her
in its walls and flames
in the sound flood water makes
under the streets and through the grate
Whisper "let's meet"
in the turns of phrases
in the toppling willow shade
Hold the dare in our mouths
touching our own ribs
making a careful crease
making sure
there's room for one
in here next to me.
july 27, 2010
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