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theblackbottomofawell

for her

if i had
             a voice
             you wanted

to hear
i would

                        say, pointing
                        @ my chest,
                        "this is a mulberry-something--
                        sweet, but

                        sounding unwell."
& perhaps        u'd laugh
thin then fat    & stroke

my wandering

                        hairs
                        into a neat coif.

perhaps u'd teach me
                        ur dialect, what

names              it has for clouds,
how one might

dance to

call or clear them.
                              if
i could be              half-

as, but taller,
                              made from

the same,               i would

lean                       an elbow

then
against      that hot

rail

& sing down like a
                  tossed cap

for all the world to
                  catch