Words from Rian
Monday, 3 February 2014
Undue Residue
A simulated resonance
echoing in my
ribs.
A wind chime rusting
in a disintegrating
space.
A crow pecking negatives
in the saran-wrapped
sewage—
I leak
and we
drown.
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