Sunday

saying ~ forsake_love this O lorn!

she says each delay is a treachery I smooth her eyebrows with my wrinkles:Thus Jill's remissive
____________The paradox of smithy's and certain creators. Makesthe rush ever frosting.
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Jill moves next door to





Geology. She's a thoughtful




student of layering platitudes,




but that does not mean she's




not real. Or reel to reel inthe




spook of weaving.A tube and




gyre across her pealed gray







over horses. Across the courts




her emblem's clear. AS a




shadow and inside her sweet




buttock it's the brand of a




lover's name.




She's held to this the hour and




being what she is shes in and




out and over the roof. Come




along rain and snow she's




buried her mitt. Do the senses




quicken? At the sight of her




lost olfactory she's returne




the good things of life, it's a




turning turning thing this lama




wheel of habit.