zafusy

a sliver of fur. a place to purchase
hail for the town. for tonight’s common
prayer
i offer
a minotaur-charm and
your ladyshield.

you will touch me after dinner. you are lines:
a water-pulled bleeding,
a chime,
a man who says
he wants to sleep inside the belly of an egret.

stone-capped hail-mountain—you
push me, you push me.

Daniel C. Remein

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