By Rose Mary Boehm
when night presses down and muffles all sound when your wings are weary and you would be chained call me when the chirpy voices of girls under streetlights mute slowly in distended mist eyes drowned by indifference I’ll be waiting when the wavelets stop lapping and the fish go deep when you don’t ask because you no longer want to know I’ll have the answers when you drown in unmadeness spooked by hyaline skin lost in amorphous potential greeting your everywhereanytime I’ll unfold with you
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