That Space between Blankets That Holds Your Scent
Don’t break light from colour if I was rare science my tongs would be fingers and I really like the way you smile, Daniel
Don’t break light from colour if I was rare
science my tongs would be fingers and I
really like the way you smile, Daniel, or
back bone croaks into bent ladders towards
the small inconsistencies of the human form
and the full force of me smelling another person.

