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"I'm like you, my dear"
A leafleteer of belle-lettres
A fan of lentissimo,


Leeks and lemon verbena.

A funambulist with zero

I'm blue sugar
on the lunar line. Iron
pyrite and diamondbacks.


nascent. A shell pink
shack. I'm the lot
you draw, the hammock

where you sip elixirs
in exile. Where havalinas
forage the yard, tearing up
dogtooth violets.

A geography
of gypsum and hooves.

I'm like you, my dear.
Sugarcube, cuttlebone.
But you're a peach tree borer
and I'm a goldfinch watching you
funnel your way through my home.

Like virga you disappear
before I even reach your shadow.
Though you leave a residue,

texture of red

falling across the unsung
country of Arkansas . Light
like a woman's sleeve
sweeping over the field.

I'm like you, my dear. Just a little
too near the Scylla. Sea-
level and singing
a cappella.