A contemporary poem about velvet's electric weather, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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Velvet's electric weather enters slowly. First the skin, then the room, then the name. A current runs beneath the silence. I mistake its heat for direction. By morning, the wires are quiet. The body remembers the warning as music.
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A dark poem of bathroom, can't, and foresee, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
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