• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 08
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the after party

For you, love

with all the bottles dry
and the statue cracked
and every rind squeezed out
and the clock, upended, clank

For you,
there was a whisper in the dial tone

the cages you'd escaped from gaped, aghast
and wings and flowers sprouted from the empty glass
the room was bright with bubbles round the empty air
and even the dust grew pearls