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lingers - with Kevin Gillam

it’s a dangerous light near the surface. is-
lands. drawn out silence. and like sails in my hands.

prints finger across the brown disconnect of sinew
his boldness saliva in fencepost diatribe, measure

these habits. frail spring afternoon. does not meet
my eyes. gnarled. netted with shadows. a mess of

negative procession, a progression of drive-thru
meaning. droplets on geraldton wax (chamelaucium)

ripples. the ebb, forecast of loss. using my
own words. hands twitching the jetsam. Verticals

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