The bark lingers ever more upward
overtaking our speed.
Bridging the separation
conceding to the quiet, watching…
the infection spreading quickly, fevered
nights born from the illness, sweating out
the chemical on, too worn, a sofa, the cushions
molded into submission – imprinted with its weight.
“Such a dangerous thing to do — to fall in love.”
Excerpt from Stilettos
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