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Honey Spill

Honey Spill

(for Susan Lynn O.)

It only seems a dark lottery is fixed
Your numbers were a Helios calculus

beyond doubt. Your eyes filaments,
honeycomb butterflies pinned on a record

needle. Your night music got louder,
the beat jaundiced. Our suburban

noir morphed towards it’s assured end,
but don’t we all? No. Not like this. A ballet

of bonding shadow on white picket
points, we float! Two Rorschach blots

inside a canvas tear. Let the liquor have
its spirit. It only seems a dark lottery is fixed.

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just noticed another bleed into my eyeball, it's much too fucking slow for me.

You know what I find really scary? I know that I love your work, have made mistakes even thinking you were pretending to be you, but now
I don't know anything.
Except I like this and appreciate your talent.

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Jess! What's too slow for you, again?

author comment

not been well.
find it particularly hard to keep up with your brilliant and active mind

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