- Vol. 03
- Chapter 12
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Image by Werner Stuerenburg
Your Foot
Pardon me but yourFoot seems to be lodged
Heavy in my hip
Your cheek has been molded
Up against mine
Your name is a living
Portmanteau for me
Whatever will the neighbors
Think of our unintentional
Always coupling, our inseparable
Sweet round delightful faces
Our personal collision
Of our entire lives and bodies.