the rain's simple song. the body's grave inflections. hope's deceitful epiphanies.
the cautions of thieves. all broken threads. the force of distance. a catapult of choices.
it's all knots. tiny nooses. blunt needles. caught in the holes.
our bodies spread like disease. touch is fatal. our lips betray. every word a treason.
the distance tells us. little stories of picnics and wolves. breadcrumbs and candy houses. to gut. to follow.
and big teeth. so many fangs. biting down.
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