Soft on the Edges

Smile, warm dark seasons

I haven’t even begun to reason — what
it is you do to twist my brain
All the frays that have strained stop

Smooth, over and — quick
In the corner of my eye I see, look
My tongue numbed

Stare, seven words float over
The tops of my shoes — tapping
Soft on the edges of my skin


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