• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 11
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NOT ALOUD

I lost my hairdo.
You really really loved the fabric.
Tell me the words that yesterday barked
like a promise with a shoulder pad
like an eyebrow on the promised land.
I feel your ribs.
You comb my dog's heart.

Our love is the opposite of a gesture.
Weak or tender, not aloud.

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