Jan 04 2019

Passing time alone
for another beverage
and your communion,

it is time to admit my er’r
to the tabernacle box.

Getting out ruddy
with a blue piece of the wall,
I’ll cry in German.

You slip into this crevice.
I pulled you into my fall.

We are between the slats.
I straddle the razor line;
you are on both sides of me.

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