Unfinished Love Letters

// from echos across honeycomb floors of the cityhall:

half-cut planets your eyes
an orbit from pupil to the lines around your mouth open
i miss your touch

your tongue shapes
experiences you sense like mints dear child you transform

every tip, joint and toe points a different direction
rolling while steady black eyes
a fairy glitching from naughty and back

a doubling with similar hair a
braid straight and tall
then bent and squirm
fairy and you you crawl on cars
faces squish smash pop
you turn into doors

your face
it shines like a television
transmittable fire
very difficult to look

you see differences in air you gather
us by pressing the tips of your fingers together
with timed precision
we become your language
– your mouth contains the whole ocean



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